Her ghost/kept coming back/to Hamlet

I’ve spent so many years avoiding every rhyme Maybe now it’s time To spritz a little juice upon it And squeeze out a little sonnet I’m sorry, I can’t do this I have to go take a piss I’ll be back in a jiffy, wearing a bonnet And get back t

I resolve to resolve more

sooner or later you realize

I felt I should write a song To tell you what you meant to me Something I needed to find inside That surprised even me I was blinded by myself And couldn’t see that well What did I do to deserve you? I never knew I’d been through h

there's no way/ to make them understand/ that rejection/ is not insult.

I’d met this crowd of drunken poets from San Francisco Even though this was smack dab in the middle of winter Smack dab in the middle of the flattened Illinois plains Why they all left San Francisco I’ll never completely understand But there we we

My senses are engaged in the moment;