song

today i write a song. predictable and clever. it's supposed to be kind of a jack johnson song...

ink blot, buckshot,
i'm drinking, it's five o' clock
and i don't really know where i've been.

bloodshot,
forget-me-not,
i can't hold on to what i've got,
i only know that i've sinned.

it's just too much trouble to tie up the loose ends,
too much time to make friends,
too many chances to miss out,
and start all over again.

don't forget where you're going,
don't forget where you've been.
lay it on the roadside to rest, my friend,
and start all over again.

there's thinking,
and drinking,
what the hell was she thinking?
a machine and not a man?

too late
to get straight
i want to win, but it's just too late,
i guess i'll just do what i can.

clever rhymes and poetry won't save you from yourself,
one of these days you've got to get going...

it's just too much trouble to think about,
too much time too spend.
too many problems within without,
start all over again.


that's it. thinking style circa 1979. quadratic rhyme. simple. ambling yet manageable. all the things that you think about and those that you don't. stupid brain.