Poetry

Behind Your Eyes

Build Your Little Mountain, Ant

Fell in Lust

Good Friends

I Feel Funny

The Princess and the Marlboro Man

The Sight of You

Speck of Dust

Story of My Life

This Poem

Unfinished 1

Wanda Wanting

Wet with Rain

You Trudged Lonely as the Earth

Your Mind is a Liar

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I guess it was the way that she looked at me
   out of the corner of her eye
     before taking a drink
       that let me know she was interested.

She'd look at me
   drink,
     look at me,
       drink.

I was just getting up to go talk to her when she looked at me,
   took a drink,
     Then slumped over, passed out, to the floor.

Story of my life.