it's true
i watched the sun rise
and reflect through Newport smoke
and i was happy

and what do you want to be when you grow up?

well
i wanted to be a poet
but now that i am
all i ever ask is what's going down

melting my Five O' Clock
holes busted in walls
and i was happy
for awhile

and why don't you come save me one more time?

maybe to be set up
what i wanted

you never liked my poetry
but now the joke's on you
because i never liked it either

and where do i want you to be?
just stay at home
and be a ghost

i tried so hard
to be that too
and walk the fields
where no grass grows
and all our friends used to sleep

it's true
that i'm in love
and i love it

and when i grow up now
i want to be clerk
or maybe a tv salesman

i want to help nobody
and get paid poorly for it
and live poor
in an igloo
made out of valium

so maybe you'll actually visit
to come eat my house
like gingerbread smiles
and i'll be happy again

Happy seems to come and go, here's hoping it stays a while.....

nice plastic- ebbs and flows...the way life goes

well it's nice to read a poem from a poet i admire nice
goes with the coffee
peace