little this little that

friends always ask, what i’m 

gettin’ into

how my day was and

where i’m at 

i always answer 

little this little that 

little this little that 

like the quiet cafe and closing time 

little this little that 

like the growling of my stomach and the side walk to home 

little this little that

like the man in the wheelchair three deep in cheap bottles 

little this little that 

there is an answer to it all 

little this little that 

there is a reason for it also 

i keep telling myself that 

lest i rue against 

the brick walls that stand 

between everything i want and everything i am 

she was 

uniquely she 

she was 

only she 

and a wild flower is for dancing in the breezes

she was 

dancing in the breezes

'so when i first set out to love 

i never thought to build a prison 

but then i built a prison 

and i locked you inside' 

how to tear down a fortress

without breaking into pieces  

all the parts of we

that built it to begin with 

block and mortar

the slip of my confidence her 

warranted caution my 

doubts her 

justified exit sign 

now like suppertime 

little this little that 

like a cool evening and the approaching rain 

little this little that 

i keep telling myself that

like i’ve got all night to find some peace and all eternity to be restored

friends always ask, what i’m 

gettin’ into

how my day was and

where i’m at 

i always answer 

little this little that

"who wishes to walk with me?” 

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*quote from walt whitman (song of myself, 51). paragraph in quotes from alan k. and that time we tried to write a song.