Wednesday, July 29, 2009

and a green book from a tour gas station says

i wouldn't mind getting out of here
to a room with no windows at all
and you say 'you sure love to be loved'
i do like it, you're right about me

you can't wait to get me out of here
to drink the one handed to you
and its lonely when you tell the truth
but i prefer it, you know about me

i won't cause you much trouble this time
still don't take it easy on me
cause easy's the thing that i've been
and well you know what they say about good things

such a subtle stage that we're on
she asked what you now ask of me
and at the time it seemed like a strange thing
still we both don't care much for the theatre

and i've travelled without any weight
my limbs were not put to a scale
but instead like the times we have lept
i'd now rather be useful without you

in a composition book i find and don't remember at all...

a reply to no year
lay your love
everyplace is home
offer the stars
to a powerful man
offer him everythings
stand and wait
here she is
the one who holds conversation
stand and ask
wait it out
humanistic congregation