when i lived in milwaukee
the pines they called my name
lake michigan everywhere
i was flotsam on its shore
in a huge tunnel i went
in a small bungalo i stayed
i met violent femmes but
frank lloyd wasn’t there
i was in a hard kind of love
elusive and strange
i didn’t get it all
at lake geneva
i wonder where you are
you gave me away but cried
i still have that scar on my arm
my heart’s at the door
when i lived in milwaukee
the pines they knew my name
lake michigan everywhere
and i missed new york
bhagiti 5.6.07 perrysburg, oh
