DefendantOnce again, I'm put on trialfor the same crimethat I still didn't commit,profiled by genderand guilty until proven innocent.Though this love should be liberty,I'm held in custody for an accusation,beaten on the bench,my reputation besmirchedas I fight for my freedombefore a judge and jury of her fearsI do my best, and yet despitethe fact that I treat her right,she is still possessedby the idea that I must be second-guessed,that I would betray,go with another to play,and all I have left to sayis that it can't be overly stressedthat I'm here altruistically to stay.The defense rests.
Plea to PoetryGod, if you're there;Universe, if you care;Force of will, if you can;letherhaveherperiod.
Messand so they seea pile of fragmentsfrom the fragile parts of herthat fell from untrustworthy hands;and so they call heran unpleasant mess.and so I seein the jumbled bits and piecesa potential mosaic awaitinga pair of patient hands,and maybe some sharp edgeswill cut my fingersand my blood will stain,lovingly,this ever-changing portrait;and so I call heran unfinished masterpiece.
Hey, Pretty Indian GirlHey, pretty Indian girl,I see you in the café a lot recently,but I feel obliged to tell youI just don't have the time to admire you these days.It's a shame, I suppose,and I'm sorry, butFuck it, you're not going to read this anyway.
In the Motel RoomIn the motel roomI fell asleep just long enoughto wake up in the darkness,reach my skeptical hand across the bedand make contact with the soft reality of her
Livermore CuppaLivermore, itfeels like a cultureless place,so I stop at a Denny'sto buy some coffeewhile I buy some timebecause there's a woman,not a girl, but a womanwaiting for me in Modesto,but not yet.Waiting is torturous eternity,yeah, and even in my dreamsI was waiting to wake upto begin a day that still unfurls,a coil of breathless anticipation,because maybe I've only beenwaiting a few days, but maybeI've been waiting 20 yearsfor the satisfaction of this adventure.This coffee is burnt and bitter,and time is cumbersome and cruelbut this woman,not a girl, but a womanis the polar oppositeof a stalling cupof Denny's coffee in Livermore,and I can wait a bit longer.