It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet of kisses off her mouth and put them into a dawn-colored vase in my heart.

But the wait was worth it.

Because I was in love.

Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two transfers before discovering that I was alone.

They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats, Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And don't have any kids yourself.