Home Clown Poet

Shuddering awake in a plane 32000 feet above home, family, Commitment Right Clown inside me thinks he's cute The poet sticks to the shadows "Laugh and the world laughs with you Cry and you cry alone" Tired of being alone Tired of numb laughter And superficial appeal I'll be false To get your attention I'll be false to drive you away You think you want This bag of crumpled dreams Look away And fasten your seat belt Flying over it all Gets rough sometimes, too I don't even know why I talk to you We're just each other's fantasy If you were for me You would have fallen Right into my lap Not into my computer Not who I want to be Right now, anyway And you don't feel like a friend More like a f**k buddy I'm too desperate I want something to hold onto But something real Not you Young and beautiful Looks good on me Feels good on me But it won't stay And, yeah, I know I feel good to you Like an old comfortable shoe 'til the laces break, the leather cracks I don't shine no more And what's left of me Isn't worth wearing out Uh-huh I'll still be "raging Against the dying of the light." But still go into that tender night Just wish you Felt more like a friend We're so high now I can barely make out a road Or a roof top But I can see shadows Cast down from clouds below On Colorado mountain tops And it's smooth sailing I need someone to be true to These words would drive you away Quit playing Know what's for me Not settle for whatever I can get And I'll be lonely Like out the window, New Mexico Desert stretches wide empty What I'm used to And you're the East Coast Lush, pretty, temperate, hydrated I'd devour you (Like I just did) And never want to leave But I'm still the desert And you're the trees How much will we drink of Each other The clown's rising Bad timing But keeps me from Being lonely When life hurts And too free When it doesn't Over the Apache White Mountains Descending enough to see Lake's drying up I don't want go home Poet talking now Clown When we touch ground If not here, where If not her, who We're on our way Give us a spin I like you, girl Gentle landing Phoenix (a cool 103) Seems like I'm Almost Never Home