I Like Listening to Melancholy Music in my Loneliness

And the pretty girls, dressing up, shooting themselves to life (thousands of everlasting words),
Photo-sessions of posed music lessons, living life the way it's meant to be seen
Because really, what else is there to do,
with constrained moments that lack immediate responsibility?
Do you really undermine that cavern,
claiming you do not, from where no light penetrates
totally, Italy, darkness,
you're digging and digging,
but can't get level without the solution
that you draw so badly,
like a mold, through which pictionary glances
appear without a hand to guide them,
into the fold, origami lives in the soul of every tree,
whether or not it has been marked for deforestation,
I'm with you, in Santa Monica, on sunny beaches,
where you aren't being scolded, scalded, or tortured,
we're trying
to be convinced
that ziplocked oregano
is worth sixty dollars,
and the sun hides behind a cloud as someone lights a cigarette,
and starts a car,
and drives away with our oregano,
the combination, tears as solvent,
blood solemnly stuttering "I did, once,"
the door is no longer ajar, it is a wall again,
and now that I know there's no trick, I feel tricked,
I feel like a forgetful cliff over which water falls, erosion taking away my little constituents.
Help, I'm just like you (and I love-hate the music you like to listen to).

If More We Had (Inspired by "Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me" by The Smiths)

"Last
night
I
dreamt,"
If more we had
together time
"that" spent,
and remembered "somebody"
then well
I could be "loved",
narrow "me,
no hope,"
maybe and more
smile often
often write
strange, "no harm"
looks strange
alone so, "just another"
do not feel I "false alarm"
for it is dangerous
an err, "so" harm,
jousting others false
"tell me" how last
"how long,"
sink clogged "before"
like "the last one"
"and tell me how long
before
the right one,"
direct facts, this "story"
is an "old" story,
"I" hate, and that's bad,
"know, but" what I tried
saying "it" out loud
"goes" something like "on"
"and it goes on."
and on.
for pages.
and pages.
"it goes on."
guitar solo,
and "it goes on,"
"it goes on"
dramatic piano outro