I Never Asked To Be Your Mountain

                                                               - for Tim Buckley

I am King of Second
                        Glances, Father of
Grove Tones, Halfway to vagabond,
Stuck like a rare diamond
            in someone else

I can go without. Lord, I will blind myself
           so the wrong color never finds me like

White thievery and an emotional

            sham

I would do anything to stop fleeing. I want less

and less

so I will go ahead
                            and take it all 


            Sing along with the sirens,
            this is the last time I come home.