steady laid back on a seat
glasses off, watching watercolor trees
my feet are dry from the ocean.

(i read today about a man in germany
seven years dead in his bed,
cigarettes on the side table.
no one –it echoes, no one no one no one
missed one missed him
for seven
years. years.
but what gets me-
somewhere out there is a man
dead in his bed,
how many years?
gonna break a record
next time?)

well i am not too scared to say a thing.
you cannot accuse me of that.
i just gotta wait t’ see if it’s the best, the right, the only.
are you the best, the right, the only?
i don’t want to know right now, not now.
hang around.

steady laid back on a seat
glasses off, painted sky of watercolor trees
i never think Too Much i always want Too Much
alas! it’s a glorious dance and a beautiful day and the sun- it echoes

the sun

the sun

the sun...

hang around baby. wait an’ see. hang around. hang around.
cause i ain’t dying, and i don’t smoke, and i won’t be alone. i

won’t be alone.