i store my memories in a vault-like freezerwhere they’ll never thawthey’re all of meyet, somehowyou fit in like i’m the gloveand you’re the skin sheltering mecovering mefor every story that you tell i can laugh i know them welli am each onewhile you perform i speculatethoroughly bemusedi wait for more to come . . .identity so far from reach a lonely walka crowded street of tumbling towerspainted smiles walking wiresspitting words into their firesyou know, the wanton hourshave different kinds of flowersi’m sitting here confessinghow you’ve been my obsessionthere’s one thing i forgot to doi hadn’t realized obsessions either dieor turn away to take the best of youwell, i guess i’m just a dreamersour milk in a sterling creamerdoing whatever it isthat i’m supposed to yet, through my speculationi arrive at revelationsometimes amusingbut it keeps your feet on straightonly a dog can be man’s friendbecause only a dog is around in the enddon’t ask me how i knowi just relate  …