Yes,we speak of thing that matter

We sleep separately

Hey, I’ve got nothing to do today but smile

The sky is grey and white and cloudy

So soon

Freedom rider

Fills the alleys where men sleep

I’m begging you please to

Hoping and wishing for the mail to come

I did not serve

In shades of mediocrity

A newspaper blown through the grass

Of every glove that laid him down

Did your boss just mention that you’d better shop around

We are verses out of rhythm

Talkin’ to a raisin who occasionally plays LA

Former Vice President Richard Nixon says that unless there is a

The poet read his crooked rhyme

There but for the grace of you go I

I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why

Hanging from my mirror

She sure looks happy

Then I’m laying out my winter clothes

Somewhere they can’t find me

She once was a true love of mine

And the sun is sinking low

And I curse my poverty

Do you know what you’re kickin’ away

The poet read his crooked rhyme

I saw a shadow touch a shadow’s hand