good goddamn

sometimes pale-faced lovers

kiss while sitting on sidewalks.

sometimes they hold hands when they

walk

and sometimes she smokes cigarettes

and talks about god&her dreams&fears

and the queer looking couple from down the hall

spoon at 3 o'clock in the afternoon 

while they say they're taking a 

nap

and sometimes she'll swear he's crazy 

because of his hair&his gods&dreams

and others just fuck.

because they don't give a good goddamn 

about anything anymore

so they fuck so they can breathe

and they fuck so they can sleep

and they fuck so they don't have to feel anything anymore

and sometimes it's like i don't want to feel anything anymore

so fuck.

but let's take a walk down god's spine

where ever the hell he stops we'll build an a-frame and call it home.

and sometimes i take off my jacket and set it on the floor

as if that is the place where my jacket is always set.

and sometimes i talk my self in circles until i'm dizzy and

i can't breathe

and sometimes i get drunk to find god

and sometimes i find him

and sometimes i find him.