lonely mornings
on the floor
I've been lying on the floor,
but if you'd let me in the bed
well we could share a cigarette

Granola and Crannberries
Tea and leaves that you can't steam
anything to make you seem,
alright,
okay
crawling on me like a bug
crumpled clothes that cover the rug
dirty spreads that cover up love
turn away and turn my face
there's too much shame in dried up blood

Avenue avenue A,
breathing in the city some more

Fire Escaping nights
so high I'm dizzy,
amped up on amphetamines
she's been my girlfriend three years,
on and off, mostly off
headlights are bullets gliding
sidewalks and rivers,
boats and moats oh,
take me away where no one goes

some place
no one goes
three years ago
lower east working girls
high rise high end
smoked up tall stacks, under age and
un-equipt.