i thought i knew him, or something like him

. but we are

2 ways confronted, existentially,

to a break on break situation.

and now you've got me

so tired baby,

oh so tired

just like him

i believed in you, boy. you tell me nothings ok, because in your world people don't

get abortions

not get visas

show up 10 minutes late for an appointment because of traffic

fight like the devil

and i would like to live there too- in that world-

but i would have liked to try to keep on living and keep on loving

but oh so tired

just like him

and i have to concede, because i will never be enough

or right, maybe thats the word

never fit in that world where

people don't

dare invoke a matchstick temper

and im tired of consoling

and just like him

idealist 1, idealist 2

1:2 and half as hard

thought i knew you, or something like you

and in it I can pour no more

i can

not

for once in a long, long, long time

our pinstick legs are matched two for two

one flimsy leg against the other

we both splinter

we are matched two for two

we thought we knew

(we thought we knew)