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Sukie-



Sukie sitting int he corner and wel...just..you know. 

Sukie tries to talk a little and well..just..you know. 

Sukie rises up
to speak and she almost...oh pooh. 

Sukie sits back down politely
and...here's hoping that...you know, 

cause I don't have a clue. 

Oh word, words, words, I can never find the words, words, words...

I
can never find the words.

All these words inside me now, but not much
inner peace. 

All these words inside me now, just aching for release.



Darryl-



And if I said that I would listen, might that
ease the doubt? yes, 

if I said "I'm here to listen", what would you like
to talk about? 

What would you like to talk about?



Sukie-



I'd like to talk about the night, I'd like to talk about the day, 

I'd like to talk about the weather- but I guess thats just cliche. 

I'd
like to talk a little Latin, maybe talk a little Greek. 

I'd like to talk
about the arts- I rented "Hamlet" just last week. 

I'd like to talk about
my poems, why I shy away from rhymes. 

I'd like to talk about that letter
I had published in the Times. 

I'd like to talk about Euripides, and
Schopenhauer and Bach- 

and if there's any doubt remaining, I'd be happy
just to talk. 

But words, words, words, I can never find the words,
words, words- 

words, words, words, words.

I'd like to talk about
the deepest sort of secrets that I hold, 

I'd like to talk about the
underlying truth if truth be told. 

Talk about the touching that can
bring the tension out...

I'd like to talk about the things I guess I
shouldn't talk about. 

I'd like to talk about my feelings when the lights
are turned down low. 

I'd like to talk about my needs, above the covers
and below. -ac