Winter December Dark Ale

Coffee computer traffic crazy

Fashion shows no mercy
Fashion knows no mercy

I can't find my name tag
But my style is a little forgiving 
If you have style make it forgiving

This Los Angeles haze is making my brain hazy
But I love this time of year
Winter December dark ale

Love and Sex in the Social Network Days

I love seeing your posts
You're beautiful the way you are
From a far
And up close
Next time ill love you better
Than I've ever done before
They say third times a charm
Better than before
She calls it falling in love sex
I call it loving our selves sex
Seeing myself sex
In you sex
Loving like we do sex
See you next time sex

I slip and fall but once I get up
I recall
It's better than the obligatory Sundays yuck days no sex days of yesteryear

Hope and Tolerance

How do you ruin a good thing
With a haze in your eyes that carries you thru city to city
In excess you manage to expunge the memories of what once was
There's hope and there's tolerance
They're not the same
They're not the same
The pursuit of happiness is not found in your liquor

Happy Holidays

Roaming around best buy with tears in my heart and apathy in my eyes
Do you ever feel like you've done it all? 

Now
There's nothing left to try or prove
It's just time to live and be
Happy holidays to you and me

The Year of Many Friends and Many Plans

Sometimes I like to ride the bus he said,
with the brides on public transportation
that was after a bomb was dropped
another one perhaps
He's always got something new up his sleeve
I wonder what it will be next, and I busy myself

With this project and that
this idea and that
plans bubbling over next to my bed
a million things unfinished

Till I come home today and I learn to say no
to this girl and that
frivolity, night clubs, and suburban friends
what's the difference I wonder
between impulsiveness and spontaneity
Is doing what I want,
isn't it all the same?

'Twas was the year of many friends
But not anymore

I'm tired of losing focus.
Of trying to fit it all in.
Of trying to be the nice girl.
I've regretted it too much.

He said, he thought it was a play on Geisha
I wanted to go that night
He made me laugh.

I go when I wanna go. The difference is in the knowledge.
Of what you want, and what you need.

He said, it reminded him of beat poetry.
She said I talked like she sang.
They were the best compliment I received.
It was the best compliment I received.

And I woke up with Toronto on the brain.

He said El Salvador. She said, Thailand.
I said Yes, Yes, Yes, but dream of the Sagittarian City
for the writing sabbatical, and of course the New York album.