for want of what is real i have decided to live what we call .life. without the aid of a countefeit currency/i won't entertain the masks/nor will i wear them/because what i am, is what i can only be/and though i haven't found that yet/i'll get cha babe/and we'll skip along bridges/and sleep under a radiant cosmos/watching pidgeons on the fire escape/and yelling down the city from the top most floor/raining these words upon the streets/while the rest look up in perplexion/squint in the sun/and walk on, under umbrellas.
pavements are for the safe. but i tread upon the edge.
we'll toss coins to the street muscians, because on the streets, they were born; we'll ride elevators to the very heights and amuse at the smaller the people become, down, down down below.
if you'd be rich or poor wherever you come from, babe the tracks, the penthouse, the seaside, the city babe if you'd be anything but you well, i'd love you for just what you are and nothing less.
I want to belong to somebody...but not just somebody, you.
"it has been a while. it has been too long, too long and i had begun to lose hope. i saw street vagrants hang washing on the fences on the edge of the highway, the bridge their roof, the streets their doors, but no welcome mats or doorbells, because they don't get no visitors. "
when you smile, it's like you're smiling for me. when you smile, i melt, like a popsicle on the 4th of july. (we dont even have 4th of july here. But you get the picture). with you, i need not worry about punctuation. with you, i need not feel unsure, because the surest thing for me is that you'll be waiting at the terminal, when my train pulls in.
when the moon is big like that, big and bright, yellow, harvest moon, i know it's happening. because everytime the moon was full, i saw you.
and you remind me of the timelessness of that moon and you are reminded of me, when you pin me to your wall.