it was for healing the hand of the plain hand
that I
was touched / well blood

on a bread
crumb
massage me
a brainwashed
worm / well comb

all you want
the eyesight
of god / swallow

a hair
in the house
that birth
built…

–

can’t
this once
a thing
die
in the sanctuary
of its double

How many strikes off a lighter
I need this cigarette to burn
And I'll tune my guitar by ear
Simply to play your favorite song

And now I'm smoking
Now I'm jamming
Falling into grooves
Natural and pure

How many cigarettes
Until I get cancer
And the simple joy of smoke
Becomes a pain I can't enjoy

As I've enjoyed before
I sing a song unsung
And you would sing along
Without knowing the words

And whatever it is
I have been looking for
Has been found
And I quit  smoking

I have all I ever need

Please don't lose hope.

Have faith in yourself
As I have faith I'm you

Have faith in me

We manifest our dreams,
And I know we can both be happy!
You'll find someone

To be the one

And I know
The spirits speak
You're the one for me

Being lame is underrated.
(What a stinkin' silly statement!)
Being bad is such a bore.
(What was all that nonsense for?)
I'm okay with just being me from now on,
and I don't need this anymore.

Y'know that sinking feeling you get when you discover that the author of the strangely fascinating book you've been reading like a mad man for the past few days committed suicide at a young age?