No loving, from me to you, does me wrong
slow down my reading—listen for your voice
living as you do, in my song; in reality, you live some temporal distance away; but we bridge the gap when we love each other: i believe that, when two people love each other, they report, for each other, what the future holds.
now you know we can step aside, Norway, and do some real damage with our machine gun; but the Nazi that lived here—hurt people hurt people—got off the sauce; turned his life around before things could get any worse
And they always can; kill yourself only to wake up and do it again—onions frying in boiling oil,
pour me a small glass of orange juice
are you ok? no drinking on the job,
take one for the team—caught in a sluice
reach for salvation, turn a doorknob,
enter that space at your own expense
what happens when my driver projects equations? seeing through the window that is this life; extradimensional toes that touch, i push for economic reform,
take money from the filthy rich—their goals, of course, involve the money that we beget.
you make me miserable with your tune
it’s best if we don’t see each other
just waiting, now, for my daughter, June
fly away Christian soldier—i defer
to your better judgment when it comes
to matters of the heart; yeah, i want her
but she’s just a kid; what if Jesus drums
in protest—would it matter to this one?
write about love—never having known it?
the elf-queen puts a bridle in my mouth,
rides me to the edge of a wayward fit,
succumbs, then, to the abyss down south
Nazis making a come back—all they need
is the speed to keep them from jiving
with the anger and despair that they breed
won’t you, my darling, become something
else? add a little gas to the carburetor,
we’ll get this old truck to start right up,
and then we’ll be ready to discover
a man no longer deep into his cup
talking nonsense—something about an autopen. “We can’t pay for childcare—take the money and run;” Daddy moved to a different state: left me to my mother, who, sadly, is gaining weight.
true love; i see you, Norwegian and blond—sure to convert what cannot respond. it’s all about me if you live in this country: push people down to achieve great heights—seeming, then, His relative slight
No, sir, I don’t know you at all—never used
to drink with you or throw shit at the wall
attend the protest: no kings: be amused,
hurrah! steer clear, my love, of the squall
no time to be out on the water; drowning
is not an option; indeed, it cannot happen
She’ll release me yet:
tantamount to the hatred i regret; lying in wait, like a puma in the bush; shaving His balls for the orgy as such. don’t come again so soon—dear woman that loves both me and my creations;
onward, love, in another direction: muse for the ages—a special voice for me; tell me, Norway, if you love what you see. Be good—love will come for me; between now and then, what? She’s already here: i can love someone soon enough—taking me there, to you, young buck
these antlers on my head are heavy as hell; radio collar that does more harm than good—torture the puma to see what it does; doctor a Nazi—onset of denial
I love my woman—mother to my child
can’t say how things are sure to change—
saving that it seems like they will,
i’ll be older soon—leave me out of His will
I become one with Him; husband to love
part champion of the life I create: making
money out of the things I know, hereof,
and then on, young buck, to everything.