inner-peace…
here’s to inner-peace…
cheers…hip-hip-hooray…
i hear you…

you are death to writing…
wrong for love…
fires need to burn…
words not wasted…

and i thought i wanted you…
needed you…
led down grassy paths…
warmth on cold days…

lovely thoughts…
non-jealousies…
no rage…
nor suffering…

better off at Bellevue…
under-medicated…
a bit of seething…
emotions stirred…

god may want us to have peace…
people can long for thoughts of heaven…
want…want…want…
but as for me…

i’ll opt out…