Let me....

let this be the last with your name
let the memories drain down with my puke
let me not know the time through this wrist watch
let me think of her as faceless as beauty
Let this morning be gone amnesiac
Let the new year begins on a warm bed
with no wrikles on its bed sheet from last night
Let me be a working class poet
not someone who is so love sick
let me not drink again to cry and wake her up
from my sleeping mind just to curse
let me be the happy song for my own next song
let my tambourine crash like christmas carol
and shake my legs over a peg of life
let me fall in love once again with everything
Let me kiss all the happy dry lips of girls

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