Should be a while before I see Dr. Death.

It's my father's voice dreaming of
Sailors sailing off in the morning
For the air-conditioned rooms
At the top of the stairs

His jaw's been broken
His bandage is wrapped too tight
His fangs have been pulled
And I really want to see you tonight

There's bourbon on the breath
Of the singer you love so much
He takes all his words from the books
That you don't read anyway

His jaw's been broken
His bandage is wrapped too tight
His fangs have been pulled
And I really want to see you tonight

Someone ties a bow
In my backyard to show me love
My voice is climbing walls
Smoking and I want love

My jaw's been broken
My heart is wrapped in ice
My fangs have been pulled
And I really want to see you tonight

And it makes no difference to me
How they cried all over overseas
When it's hot in the poor places tonight
I'm not going outside

They cried all over overseas
It makes no difference to me
When it's hot in the poor places tonight
I'm not going outside

It's hot in the poor places tonight
I'm not going outside
I'm not going outside
I'm not going outside



I'm on a Billy Bragg and Johnny Cash rampage.
I got my little bed back, I missed it.
Today Kathleen and I went to the free clinic and got tested. It was like a scene out of kids. Manhattan is ridiculous. A guy asked me for my number in the HIV RESULTS WAITING ROOM. Easily the craziest place a guy has tried to pick me up. It was a 50 minute wait for my results and I was going out of my mind, not because I thought I had AIDS, but because they showed these ridiculous films and me and kathleen just played with a female condom because we'd never seen one in real life before and it made us never want to have sex again. YOU WILL GET STDS, AND YOU WILL DIE.

The results dude called me in the back and took forever to tell me and was liek "well everything is great, negative" and i was like "ALRIGHT COOL PEACE" and ran the fuck out of there. that place sucks. Then me and Kathleen went to Brazil. In conclusion, today was all about my vagina.



WILKES BARRE, HERE I COME.
smell ya later new yerk.





You laughed as I covered you over with leaves Face, breast, hips, and thighs You smiled when I said the leaves were just the color of your eyes
I could not see any wrong in you, and you saw none in me

Your arm was brown against the ground, your cheeks part of the sky
Your fingers played with grassy moss, as limber you did lie
Your stomach moved beneath your shirt and your knees were in the air
Your feet played games with mountain roots as you lay thinking there
The sun was hot and the sun was bright down in the valley below
Where people starved and hungry for life so empty come and go
I stand here filled with my emptiness now and look at city and land
And I know why farms and cities are built by hot, warm, nervous hands