Selected Poems

Honey bee, she say I got too much sympathy.

But I can call her anytime.

And if you're lost and you need a little peace from me,

Bring all your trouble by…

Honey bee, how have I hurt you?

C'mon tell your blues to me.

Maybe I should live up there in the curtains,

On the wings of Mercury.

I was fortunately desperate and turbulently innocent.

I was living underneath my body weight.

My eyes were swollen green and hazy, sick from grief and hate and envy,

I was crawling up inside my head.

And all I seemed to find is that everything has chains.

And all this life just feels like a series of dreams.

Selected poems and lovers I can't begin to name.

And all in all I find that nothing stays the same.

And I was crazy like the moon for you and head over my heels for you.

And never would I change or compromise.

But something in my mind does things I can't contain for anything.

Last night I don't think sleep even touched my eyes.

And all I seemed to find is that everything has chains.

And all this life just feels like a series of dreams.

Selected poems and lovers I can't begin to name.

And all in all I find that nothing stays the same.

And all I seem to find is how everything has chains.

And all my life just feels like an idiot dream.

Selected poems and lovers I never seen again.

And all in all I find that nothing stays the same.