this
can't ever be finished.
i must confess
that i've
never been pressed
to get
anything done
i'm suprised
i've even begun
to write all
this down
it's a penny a
crown against me
detail the
joints of our minds
it's getting
harder with time
i can't tell
them apart
where do you
end and i start
i've been
scared half to death
please dont
let out that breath that's my heart
please, dear,
don't speak
it's getting
harder to think
i can't
believe you would say
that today's
not the day
to make
decisions to come
sometimes you
talk real dumb when you're pissed
. . . . . . .