Some Times

Poetry gets lost
Between the madness and
The boringness
My life struggling to do
Itself.

Vicious fear clawing into
My gut squeezes it out
Of me, the impulse to poet
there, out of reach to
My need

I'm lost to myself no
Expression, no feel, no
Way to find my self, no
Way to heal or be
Okay

Help me I am lost.
Finding my languaging
Is the only way that
I can be safely alive
Lost it

Somebody To Love

Can somebody find me somebody to love
I loved a girl and she loved a girl and she broke up all of my heart
And I've got to say can't somebody, can't somebody, can't somebody
Find me someone to love?

Anyway -- As you wish, I love you still

I still love my baby mama, she threw me over forty years ago
She wanted a party life and fast women and I was slow
And she had to find what could make a life so fine
And I was just an obstacle on her way to climb to a
Better life without me and still after all of these years
I want to know,
Can't somebody, can't somebody, can't somebody
Find me someone to love?