mistepping out.

i think you're just my typo,
and though i'm often wrong
we're both neurotic jerkwads
so we'd probably get along.

i think i'm just your typo,
and though i'm rarely right,
you'd be a fun mistake to make.
want to have drinks tonight?

new business.

son of a bitch.
we got in the pitch
and this one and yup, that one too

oh, life's one small glitch
that i am not rich
in new york with nothing to do.

time to fall?

it's official
well beyond doubt
it's getting
stupid-chilly out
such foolish cold
throws fools together

alack! alas!
it's boyfriend weather.