so very hard to hear—she’s so far away
and yet, somehow, she lives in my heart,
beating, as it does, between bars i pay
making order out of chaos, doing my part
no fire, now, under my butt, angry loving
so what? you don’t give a hoot—a toss?
First cousin once removed: starry eyed thing
running for office: (now who is the boss)
Senator from Georgia—conceited ears,
waving at the people a moment too long,
keep on like that—thinking of your peers,
i promise you, Nancy, i’ll sing you a song
i want your maximum attention span—
go roll the dice; wake up, then, feeling nice
let’s get this out of the way: what’s your plan?
I put this chicken of the sea on ice,
listening, mainly, to my new love’s voice,
choosing, as she does, to live here, with me;
part time queen of England, blond by choice
I go with a vampire—the residue i flee
I can hear you, darling; you live through us
a motley group of half-disabled men,
forced to channel them both rich and famous
and somehow work for a lark and a wren
tell me, little bird, how old, now, is she?
What, between now and then, will replenish
my coffers—give up the parts meant for me
as we shape each other into a gentle wish
loving something at the height of my fame
the logarithm, here, keeps us together
warm up then—feeling telepath fire
the road to the presidency, as it were,
a man among men—that much is for sure: heathen ransom; loving me to an uncertain end; don’t put me to sleep, auntie—i’m making money; trying to take the easy? way out don’t shirk your duty, kind sir—one life to live, and maybe it’s plenty; make a difference when you stretch a penny
now i don’t think you know me best: love in my heart for a female God—that’s the only way I can understand; i was never meant to conform
though i tried my best to live up to the norm
now—for reason’s unbeknownst to me,
that love affair merged with this one—I got
the sneaking suspicion She’s the one for me
an email, basically, of component parts that,
when summed, reveal His direction
sounding out where we go—just like a bat
playing it by ear—stop the insurrection
do you hear? my true love has every
different color hair, but most of them
wear it long—time to wash it, time for me
who’s that voice—moneymaker and phlegm?
rock and roll, dear friend, is not for me
got spun around, didn’t I, making my way
step out of the whirlpool—i am for free
party-puking angel; what does it mean? am I dating Him or getting drunk with your friends? forced to listen to people talk—leave me to my lonesome—my love walks the walk; blond as blond can be—minus the racism, the mascara, and the blush go down, Moses, i’ve heard enough:
You’re argument, my sweet, makes perfect sense; you live for your son—i pay the rent. you’ll marry another; over me; fun while it lasted—when you were around;
but you go where you will, leave me be
i know the art is more important
so i go, once the honeymoon ends, i’ll see
in spirit; a pivotal construction and a stunt
the hard part about being a single man—
bent to the shape of his true love’s hand,
is that the woman you choose made a plan
to be something you don’t understand