I might be self-absorbed But you can’t call me selfish I work upon Myself To help us savor our dish
Hannah Banana With the flower bandana Look at your garden grow With tender leaves And shoots of peas
I don’t see into future I don’t remember past I only know this present A gift, that too, shall pass
Little girls and gay men Love them some Jonathan Can’t reciprocate Wish them a life great
We were having the time of our liv… Two friends seeking joy We bonded over the basest things Doughnuts, kerosene, and Playboys
Would you wanna hang out some time To see if dreams maybe align Feels like our rhythms could be rh… And these voices might harmonize
I gave a shit But you didn’t Next time around You’ll be the clown
I see a bee pollinate a flower I see a girl dance to her favorite… I see two men swing and dissolve I see a wolf thin a herd I see You, being You, just to be…
You create yourself Then see better solutions Cue evolution
I am a simple, joyful man Without a thing you’d call a plan I bounce around and bump into What I would call my Katmandu
I am homeless Not because I live in my car But, because my home is in the arm… And I forget what that feels like
I like to walk the razor’s edge I need to tiptoe through minefield… Don’t worry I’m a Libra If I have nothing else
Open your heart to love So you might be able To love your open heart
I guess I write poetry I just vomit my soul onto paper I don’t know what else to call it but, poetry
The only difference Between enlightenment and ignoranc… Is seeing your own magnificence