Song Lyrics:
Too much
too little
Too fat
too thin
or nobody.
Strangers with faces like the backs of thumb tacks
Armies running through streets of blood waving wine bottles,
bayoneting and fucking virgins.
Or an old guy
in a cheap room
with a photograph
of Marilyn Monroe.
There is a loneliness in this world
so great
that you can see it
in the slow movements
of the hands of a clock.
People
so tired
mutilated
either by love or by no love
People are just not good to each other
one on one.
The rich are not good to the rich
The poor are not good to the poor.
We are afraid,
Our educational system tells us
that we can all be
big-ass winners.
It hasn’t told us
about the gutters
or the suicides.
Or the terror of one person
aching in one place alone
The beads will swing,
the clouds will cloud,
and the killer will behead a child
like taking a bite
out of an ice cream cone.
Too much
too little.
Too fat
too thin
or nobody.
More haters than lovers.
People are not good to each other.
Perhaps if they were
our deaths would not be so sad.
Meanwhile I look at young girls
stems, flowers of chance.
There must be a way.
Surely there must be a way
that we have not yet thought of.
Who put this brain inside of me?
It cries
it demands
it says that there is a chance.
It will not say “no.”