Yellow circus Emleft the stakes a broken ropes world's useless mugD
The ties that biCnd, ha ha
I can be bad poet
Street poet
sht poet
EmKind poet too

Subway
AlmoDst 4AM
Halloween night
Had enough to dCrink to make my own party
All my fellow writers in half coEmstume, half asleep
Half silly, gone to sDeed
I don't mark my tCime with dates, holidays, faded wisdom, locked karma holders
EmConvenient
I am mDade by my times
I am a creation of nCow
Shaken with the cracks and crevices
I'm not giving up Emeasy
I will not fDold
I don't have much
But what I have is gCold


EmI saDw your fCace...


EmI sing in platinum
I dress in brass
I eat in zDinc
Let it pCass
EmCompare a toast
I like that
I understand courage
I still roll with the sDhout of a character I was married to today
I try to seCe outside myself
I understand the eyes
Excuse all the highs
EmSorry
I am sorry
DHa haC


Em D C

EmI like you, love you, every coast of you.
I've sDeen your eddies and tides and hurrCicanes and cyclones.
EmLow ebb tide and high, full moon.
Up close and distant.
I read you.
LiDke, the sky, the sea, the oCcean, the sun, the moon.


Em----> D ---> C------> Em----> D---->

Blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue blue, blue, blue, blue, blue.
Naked aCnd blue.
EmBreathing with you. Touch. Change. Shift. Allow air. Window oDpen. Drift. Drift away.C Into now.
I want Whitman proud. Patti Lee proud. My brEmothers proud. My sisters proud. I wantD me.
I want it aCll. I want sensational. Irresistible.
This is my tEmime and I am thrilled to be alive.
DLiving. BlesCsed. I understand.

EmTwentieth century:
Collapse IDnto NowC


Em D C

EmCinde-rDella bCoy
EmYou've lDost your sChoe

EmCinde-rDella bCoy
EmYour coDach awCaits

EmA suDn makes sChadows
EmAll ovDer your Cface
EmAs yDou sCit

[n/a]Naked and blue
[n/a]Into me