Breathing Fine

The feeling of falling

Is still so familiar

The pain in my stomach

Is better but baby

Bright colors have faded

Too early this year

And strangers look stranger

Around here

The flowers you’ve left here

Have died in the heat

I see parts of your face now

On girls in the street

I hope you like your new neighbors

Don’t sleep with every new stranger

It’s lonely, but only at night

But most of the time

I'm breathing fine

Most of the time

I'm breathing fine

I stay at familiar places

I talk to myself in empty spaces

But breathing is fine

Most of the time

It’s half of me baby

That still is infected

No water has cleansed it

No sleep has erased it

Towards and aways-from

This room is a cage

And things I’m trying to write you

They die on the page

But most of the time I’m breathing fine

Most of the time I’m breathing fine

I’ve played through the great composers

I get through the nights

On wine and prose, and

Breathing is fine

Most of the time

What else can I tell you?

I just turned thirty-one

The boy grew no wings

So he’s learned how to run

I hope you keep out of danger

Now, stranger to stranger

It’s lonely, but only at night

And most of the time

I’m breathing fine