alvin
originally written 12.08.02

alvin sees the world
in slow-motion greyscape hues.
he's lost with nothing to lose,
a fool, constantly singing his blues.

alvin sings the blues,
the selfish-i'm-so-depressed pity.
for him, there's nothing that's pretty.
he sings his depressing song to the city.

alvin walks through the city
alone, abandoned, abandoning, accusing
that which was good, that which is good, confusing
everyone around him, it's almost abusing.

alvin abuses his friends
emotionally--but he'll never know.
oblivious and depressed with his life he'll go
with only his worst, his best will never show.