THE DESERT

hey there

id love to go for a walk with you, the broke fun we could have,

fall also my favorite season.

drinking spiced chocolate coffee at the corner anarchist cafe

big deal

havent i been here?

havent i been here before?

people come in speaking different languages

everyone says i need to learn spanish

they say it like im an idiot and i need to get on it

what have i been doing the past 5 years?

marriage was the worst thing that ever happened to me

im terrified still that we're somehow sposed to be together

im terrified

that theres no one to blame for all this

and there is no picknick in a park where everyones waiting

to kiss you

there are no elephant nosed balloon dancers

love is not the answer

all we consume

becomes the truth

spiced chocolate coffee anarchist cafe?

since when am i anarchist?

and how is it after all the schlepping that ive done

the squatting the dirty rolling around looking for a bone

i look just as young as ever

i look like a yuppy

i just want to bury myself and wait for the next decade

but who will pay the rent?

listening to the same songs as in college

that was a short-lived romance

sing it loud for your people oh

notebooks filled with chicken scratch

should i sew them together to make a dress

why do i

constantly desire another treak

across the desert?

love

jo