things must get better
although when we win, we lose
(at least my rule works)

things must get better
although when we win, we lose
(at least my rule works)

a crappy ski day
still beats other kinds of days
(nothing beats these views)


a color printer
may not seem such a prize
but it’s all i’ve got

i share Bernie’s view
of providing for the poor
so simple, so hard
so many shit weeks
that this is my Tuesday pic:
are we winning yet?

pretty much our life
once the mountains release us:
a whiteout of stress
a silent ski hill
in the midst of these mountains
is hard to come by


we’re winning this day
even if it feels like loss
once we leave this slope






only in his eyes
can i pretend it’s ok
because it’s just not

all the hope i have
rests in this fateful ballot
(can hope win the vote?)
