What if he's not crazy.
What if he believes his arm is actually his woman
and he doesn't want to take his coat off because
then she will get cold.
What if that's why he won't take it off,
The young cop's so mad and they're going to take him away
but he's not upset, because at least he'll have his arm.
If hunger causes sorrow and thirst will make you mad
then I do not want to eat you.
I will stake out the bar and take you in little shot glasses
and swallow one by one until my piece of mind comes back.
Better this, than happiness.
What if we're not lonely.
What if I believe you're like a candle going out
when you're really a black cat walking toward me;
your little back raised high, stretching
ready for sleep.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
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