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