such a slug

am i that
i do not
do not do
the things i
absolutely must do.

work out... get
on that contraption
that i will
travel four invisible
miles to reach
healthy city, a
rumor at best.

will listen to
marquee moon while
being tortured... that
should let most
of the other
stuff go by
quickly eh? tonight
at the el
rancho i'll be
playing with some
cool folks. my
first solo acoustic
show in a
while... i'm playing
some deep cutz.
stuff i don't
normally play, nor
june star. should
be a challenge.

predictions of the
crowd size? Fourteen
is my estimate.
maybe less, probably.

here's john cooper clarke's
song... heart disease called love:

one kiss became a weapon
and i don't want to bleed in vain
the clouds collide in the heavens
and i surrender to the rain

the death bell lit up so red
like madness from above
i'm going out with a bang
and a heart disease called love

99 below zero
and it seems like fever now
you know me i'm no hero
don't even ask me how

i'm down in the deep deep freeze
what was i thinking of
in the painful breeze by the frozen trees
with a heart disease called love

after dinner mints and new lovers
and the coffee is so bitter and black
your fingerprints they cover
this knife sticking out of my back

you overlooked the fine details
you should've worn your gloves
and now i've got a girl in jail and a house for sale
and a heart disease called love