You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense

some men never
die
and some men never
live
but we’re all alive
tonight.

naturally, we are all caught in
downmoods, it’s a matter of
chemical imbalance
and an existence
which, at times,
seems to forbid
any real chance at
happiness.

she just looks, half-believing…a cigarette dangling, she’s half-
insane, looking for an out; she’s hard, she’s scared, she’s been
fooled, taken, abused, used, over-
used…
but, under all that, to me she’s the flower, I see her as she was
before she was ruined by the lies: theirs and
hers.
to me, she’s new again as I am new: we have a chance

there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled
a space
and even during the
best moments
and
the greatest
times
we will know it
we will know it
more than
ever
there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled
and
we will wait
and
wait
in that
space.

“nothing matters and
we know nothing matters
and that
matters…”

some men never
die
and some men never
live
but we’re all alive
tonight.

how is your heart?
forget it
quiet
it’s ours

each man’s hell is in a different
place: mine is just up and
behind
my ruined
face.

agony sometimes changes
form
but
it never ceases for
anybody.

thinking, the courage it took to get out of bed each
morning
to face the same things
over and over
was
enormous.