Wishful Thinking

Saturday he took his life

pray tell me where did he take it?

Straight to the Potter’s Field

was as far as he made it

wish the songs

hadn’t all been sung

or better yet

find some way to right my wrongs

cause the road is long

and it’s twisty back and forth

I’ll sing this song

your life’s much more than you think it’s worth

can’t wish you back, can’t wish you back

He went out afield a-hunting

not knowing what he was searching for

could’ve all been wrapped up in bunting

but woahoh he wanted more

finally finding out

what it’s all about

and I know

I don’t want no more

the road is long

and it’s twisty back and forth

I’ll sing this song

your life’s much more than you think it’s worth

can’t wish you back, can’t wish you back

To Write: Love in Her Arms

Your testament
is written here,
not for the cause
that I want to please you
but because I’m pleased
to want you.

Indelible ink
tattooed into my
veins, flooded
with the permanence of
your love

not to bring pain,
only the attention
to self, me
that I so greatly desire
above all things.

Unsure of which
direction to go,
sinews connecting the
horizontal and the

v
e
r
t
i
c
a
l

do not adjust your television set,
they must deem me crazy.

Slipping under
hot and cold
make no matter, either
way works just
as well.
It’s the sensitivity
to the pain
I’m losing

a cry for help
can’t say it
any other way.
God, how I plead
for an escape.