This Life, So Unlike The Last

i’m gonna hitch a cabby instead of the mercedes.
forget chisel, tilt, and
comic books. i’ll write with
whistles and sing to walls.
remember faces massachusetts,
1998, snowing sammy shaw. we
learn to forgive those who do
us wrong. recieve this
language, let me go. i’m
gonna spend your money, gonna
make your baby sing again.
express disinterest. call you
again and again. forget i
wrote this, i changed my
mind. you thought i’d have
learned something from the last time.