More Like Me

Driven forth by hopes of expectation
A little man is walking near warm sea
With a cockeyed ear to every situation
And mad cows in his periphery


The Return

Into the wind
Into the new
Be your own your expectation

I Want You

I want you
To feel the pain of loving like I do
This bitter sweet resentment of a fool
To languish in a piss of his own drool …