4/25/10

no fool

she was the kerosene,
and I was the campfire;
in her eyes,
I was not who I once had been,
too much burned away
to begin again;

sometimes old dogs,
they just wander off
into the woods to die
I stood there and took
the beating, even as
I wondered why

no fool like an old fool,
unable to say goodbye
one jewel just the next tool,
a fish about to fry

cover your bets
like you cover your privates,
and don't let them catch you
nappin' because what you
expect the least is exactly
what's gonna happen

no fool like an old fool,
unable to say goodbye
one jewel just the next tool,
a bird up in the sky

corner your doubts
from their whereabouts,
and put them in a basket,
carry them along with you
whatever you do,
and put them in your casket

no fool like an old fool,
unable to say goodbye
one jewel just the next tool,
one more time to cry



April 26, 2010. A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, there was this man and this woman . . . .

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