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