Sometimes, feeling like you've got nothing to lose can be the most dangerous drug.

05.
I think it was a Monday...
I gave entrance to my haven
that old tent in the bedroom
empty beer cans and paper clippings

You lay me down on sheets and blankets
what a perfect place we made
the stereo played the mandolin
sunshine burst through nylon stretch

Bristled brushes all around
colored sheets and goose down
I laid your head on my chest
and let my heart do the rest.

06.
"Make the right choice"
- is like saying
never place your feet
on breaks in the sidewalk
your mother will be terribly hurt!
haven't you heard?
...okay, well maybe you can
once in a while
but only on Tuesdays
every other that is
during the even months
when the sun's out
but not too bright
even then...
you should really giver her a call.