"Can I write a requiem for you when you're dead?"

Think about events in life that are friends!
Don't worry about the missing corkscrew,
the frantic search for underwear
(as you leap out of bed, wondering only
where you are)...

Time to sing?

Oh shit...

Well, if I remain passive and just want to cuddle
Then we should be ok, And we won't get into Trouble
Cause we're seeing other people
At least that's what we say we are doing...

Marijuana Green (not the leaf, either), I miss you.

Time to start talking!

Too much history, shit, how should I begin;
we don't really understand one another, do we?
I mean, who am I? You don't really know, do you?
You know there's something missing, but what is it? I mean, it's certainly not me -- I'm missing it too. Shit, who understands this anyway? You're not reading this. Goodnight.

Visiting a Common Place

Visiting a common place,
we find things mostly the same -
Men bragging of accomplishments
(most not yet achieved),
Women working hard to prove
their reality.

Introduced to one of them,
they say, "Pleasure," and go on with their day
as if nothing were interrupting them,
as if nothing were screaming,
"Where is the pleasure in this day?"

Introduced to one of them,
they smile and nod, winking blindly
and knowing that you, the interlocutor,
will soon be gone. A depressing thought,
but nevertheless, perhaps one worth
consideration - at least as much as
he who is introduced to you
considers You.

Dark habits they hide in silent holes,
Blushing at simple reminders, like
toilet paper or light fixtures.
A life bespeckled but brought to life
is simply a life under a microscope.

Distance from habits, out of those holes!
Rabbits, all of you, for believing in such
fairy tales! You have a disease,
So there is a cure: AntiDepressants will
Purify your mind, and then you will be free.

To operate within the bounds and limits
of Society.