Some New Verse to Ponder

I Hate Myself



how's your bell-curve?

mine's right-skewed average low. very low.

and the river - she has grown very high.

fell from the sky.

and i'm wasted on cancer and nicotine - not like you.

yeah, you're wasted, full and drunk from too much rain

and pain and anger at tumors like me.

if it would make you comfortable, i'd jump out of this tree,

or maybe we could get married and be happy.

these few words could be the last we ever speak.

do you think, maybe, you could love me or like me maybe?

maybe you'd look at me, you'd talk to me,

we could marry, live in this tree.

but it's unlikely. you don't like me,

and i don't like me, and it's unlikely.

Nowhere

i'm gonna shout until i'm hoarse,

drink until i can't see, laugh until i can't breathe,

up here we'll be taller than the city.

Shout at the night, raise a fist to life,

forget if your shoes are shined,

if only for just one night

and our hearts have all been beaten and bruised,

and we're all pretty confused,

and we always expect to lose;

i'll explain it all to you through alcohol and simile.

If i talk and i laugh too loud,

it's becuase i'm trying to forget that i'm sad,

because things can get pretty bad,

but i'd like to believe that somewhere i'll find

someone who's going nowhere and we'll go there together