let's size hands
how many girls have you kissed
'and for yr sake i'm sorry that there's no heaven to reach...'
'and for yr sake i'm sorry that there's no hell for me...'
at the peak of my decline meaning outgrows her words
once visible, prominent,
now blank, not mine, and
i'm a quarry for everybody
more bed than room in my bedroom
in the window, oh - is it a shoreline or skyline
if you're in a place, well then you're in time
half an hour in here is half an hour out there
but i dunno
the library is my real home - no, literally
I'm so boring time passes me
and my sense of self asserts itself like milk in water