page 2: "There Is No Danger Coming To Me"
page 3: "Dressing Like A Lesbian"
I'm sick
And your placing isn't
Helping
Loyally it's all
Politely turning down offers
So I'm free to see faces
In the sheets
Nailed to the wall
Like a bitter cist on my shoulder
To hold her for an hour is blood
For all the time you slept
And then you ask why
I have no clean clothes
I say,
He's
Never been away.
There is no danger coming to me
I have to seek it like a neglected child
And every drunk who asks for my name
Wakes up sorry more than anything else
I would collect bruises and acorns and dead leaves
How's this for a self portrait
The skin over my face is a quarter inch thick
To keep me quiet
The neighbours bring medicine
While I am still well
But every time it stops raining I worry
That I will have to be worth something.
Who is born quiet,
and can I have their skin?
Dressing like a lesbian
With more anger
And less bite
And the accident that's dripping down
Those hundred and fifty dollar legs
(for the package deal)
Doesn't look as good as my hand
Baby I'm not like you
I'll let the dirt accumulate
But my negative salary
Keeps it out of line.