I'd Love To Disappear Without Another Word

What thoughts?

Who knows?

What thoughts I have

I bury those who know in grass and glass

& I lie among the twisted sheets

Sad and told and hot and laugh

Cos I need for something fucking new now

I need for something sure

Something sacred, something simple

Something I’ll never regret showing up for



I see myself, a far off man

In far off scenes, in far off lands

Where nothing will I recognize

And nothing need I seek or plan

In a brand new Latin quarter hat

With brand new women buying fans

Brand new motorbikes and hallways

Relief can flow from unfamiliarity -

But not always

So until the dawn of day

I lie awake - trembling, head to foot

I'd love to disappear without another word



But ..