lost in another over busy
morning, where all
i can seem to do is
chase heartaches down
the crowded one ways
winding through
downtown dallas
a pained smile pinned
carelessly to my
scruffy cheeks as the
cowbirds circle and a
fool longs for the
icy waves of forever
to drown these various
spoiled thoughts as
the dead milkmen and i
sing about minnie pearl
going too fast as lines
blur in encumbant tears
racing to the next
catastrophic rendevous
headed nowhere at the
speed of deep melancholia