One Way Of Looking At A Black-Haired Woman
Acutely hot
Acutely forgotten
The bank doesn’t even send me statements anymore
As my present love crumples
The air mail letter from her lover in France
And looks sad
Triste
He is such a bastard
I am such a bastard
We are all such bastards
My roommate’s pretending to be asleep
Peering with half opened eye to see
If I’ll steal his drugs again
And the voyeur girls from across the way
Wait breathlessly for me to expose myself
Or commit suicide
Triste
I disappoint them
I am such a bastard
We are all such bastards
A Leak In The Safe 