Snow

Snow’s fallin’ on my head

It’s freezin’

You should be growing roses

…it’s easy

Like a givin’ up on daughter

Like letting her go

Give me the reason

To cut out the snow.

Ginsberg’s sutra!

All the lyrics I wrote

We r all in the same kettle

But u r getting old

So how could it be

A person like me

Couldn’t bleed Red

Into the snow!