Wine, women and song: I tried them all

it did not take me long to figure I'd unlock the door to happiness

I figured wrong (with a capital R)

All the baggage I brought wouldn't fit in a mid-size car

That's why I'm walking on eggshells down the via dolorosa

(hasn't gotten me any closer so far)



Shacked up with a poet--no, it wasn't my department

Now I study the poetry of the studio apartment

Changing the catbox, baking the bread...

I shoulda been paying the bills instead of paying homage to an image

drawn from somebody else's head



Song, women, and wine:

You can't fool all the people all the time

But if you're trying, if you're looking, if you're lucky

You can always fool a few and feel fine

is the line between shame and dread:

One grips the lungs, one brains the head

But either one can crush you

Anyone can crush you



Once I dated an actor, she was working on a play;

by opening night we had nothing left to say to each other

It hit the wall, it was not resilient

She said that she was hungrier than I was brilliant

and who the hell was I to disagree?



Didn't you used to be someone who meant something to me?



Wine, women, and song:

I tried them all it did not take me long

to figure I'd unlocked the door to happiness

I figured wrong.