I came alone No weapons drawn In my hands Or on the page I’m unarmed and blank I saved a song To dance along The room is burning down Holy shit get out I’ll stand on my head To remember what you said I’m a little scrambled…

One day I will be of sharper wit I’ll know the words and what to say and shit One day I will be a better man I’ll make good plans and then ill stick to them Some day time will be not so harsh I’ll schedule yoga meetings in the park…

There’s this tiny monastery round the corner from my house I see the monks out walking, pulling weeds, and carting out the trash I see them at the Exxon buying cokes and magazines Their orange robes flow in the breeze as people fill their cars…