havent written in awhile

havent written in awhile
kinda outa practice
but at least i can speak them
thats an improvement on this
before i couldnt do that
couldnt speak my words to
there's nobody here
just me and you
and things come out better
when you speak em out loud
its better like this
perhaps i could be proud
its kinda cold here
but thats alright
there's alot of people
i'd like to fight
but i swore against that
no longer a fighter
anita doesnt smoke
dont have a lighter
the trains are loud
and the breaks are bad
the drivers are same
makes me mad
and i dont think this
was i thought
when i drove over
had a different plot
but im here now
things seem different
not quite the same
perhaps we were missent
days go by
and i hardly go out
there's lots of cars
and cops about
never at night
just in the day
through the window
beep and bray
horses in parks
preserved by people
probably huddling
under steeples