Love leaves its abusers.

Lover, and now that you’ve
left me I’m glad you’re
unlovely.


Because if you could
take all the heat in your
heart and just hang it from
you


I
wouldn’t be able to
bear the way you can not love
me


It’s much easier
of me to make a
monster out of
you


So here I go
substituting the glow from your
temples


All our sighs and our
trembles
and each last letter
sent to you.


From the
cheap little pen of this
weak little man, the one
singing


Out his jangling
ringing and hopefully
stinging attack upon
you


Yeah so here I go just
exploding the hope we’ll be
speaking


Someday years from now
seeking,
friendship and under
standing


and I
hope you get angry and
hurt and have the hardest of
landings


and I hope your new
man thinks of me when he
sees what a number I did on
you


I grow
tired of this song, turn my
eyes to the blonde in the
bleachers


She’s a lovely young
creature. I
think she’s seeking
adventure


I think she’s
ready to see that the
world ain’t so sweet nor so
tender


I won’t break her just
bend her, and make her in
to my new ringer for
you


I stay in the
same comfy town, write the
same old songs down I drive the same
streets


Seek the same sense of
dull peace. Whisper the same sweet
words to the
chippies.


Same
walk by the road, where the
same muddy snow’s finally
leaving


But I’ll fight off the
spring I don’t want lovely
things I don’t want the earth new

Mystery and wonder, messy hearts made of thunder.

Sorrow seems shallow or at least the sorrow I claime as my own, so I look up from the pavement temporarily from time to time. It is truespeak to say it may be hard to love a man like me in a time signature where a good human is hard to find.
..and so, I made my mistakes at slow speed and now I flow with precision and a graceful eloquence at perfect speed. Even when I drink like a sink and thumb my conscience, and any amount of conscious awareness down the drain, after too much whiskey, maybe too much wine I maintain my composure.
Looking up from the pavement last night I found a remedy. A medicine for melancholy can be found in the light in my darling friend's eyes.
Mystery and wonder, messy hearts crack louder than thunder. As another day breaks, hearts will break and organs may fail to operate. Tonight I love a stranger, tomorrow I probably wont know any different either.