well it's a lot more than you think
i washed my hands with you
in my neighbor's stainless kitchen sink
it's driving me to drink
and i scrubbed and dried
pulled at my plug
everything was spinning i nearly died
then i fell into the hall
i didn't eat for fourteen days
climbing up the bedroom wall
growing small
waiting for the telephone
which never rings
i'm sitting all alone
writing your name off my list
that would be simply easier
if we had never kissed
if we hadn't shared a laugh
or walked together in the rain
then shared a bath
i'm poking you in the belly
making you another sandwich
peanut butter and jelly
and i'm watching you chew
asking me to do
whatever it is i want to do
well it's a lot more than you think
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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Jessica in Madrid, Spring 2006

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