Perhaps I spend too much time
Storming heart first into Morrissey tragedy
When I should be dancing in the rain
Toward Jack Johnson love
Soft, innocent, sweet….

Why do I lean toward darkness
When trees are meant to crave the sun
I find special, I declare my chemicals
Run contrary to nature
I find myself on shelves
With greats, with the misunderstoods
With the shotgunned, the ovened, the praised
The fallen young, the … others

The queen of hearts
With her queer painted mouth
Muses, decides, then sneers
Yes, it is better to be feared
Than to be loved

The queen of hearts
Isn’t always your best bet
Not if you want it to be over
Just yet