(The) Harvey Danger Database

Wine, women and song:¹
I tried them all, it did not take me long
to figure I’d unlocked the door to happiness
I figured wrong (with a capital R)
All the baggage I brought wouldn’t fit in a mid-size car
That’s why I’m walking on eggshells down the Via Dolorosa²
(hasn’t got me any closer so far)

Shacked up with a poet—no, it wasn’t my department
Now I study the poetry of the studio apartment
Changing the catbox, baking the bread…
I shoulda been paying the bills instead
of paying homage to an image
drawn from somebody else’s head

Song, women and wine:
You can’t fool all the people all the time
But if you’re trying, if you’re looking, if you’re lucky
You can always fool a few, and feel fine
Is the line between shame and dread:
one grips the lungs, one brains the head?
But either one can crush you
Anyone can crush you

Once I dated an actor, she was working on a play
by opening night, we had nothing left to say to each other
We hit the wall, it was not resilient
She said that she was hungrier than I was brilliant
and who the hell was I to disagree?
Didn’t you used to be someone
who meant something to me?
Somebody who meant something to me?
Someone who meant something to me…

Wine, women and song:
I tried them all, it did not take me long
To figure I’d unlocked the door to happiness
I figured wrong

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1. Also the first line of “Villanelle of the Poet’s Road” by Ernest Christopher Dowson. ↩

2. The Via Dolorosa in Jerusalem is said to be the road that Jesus walked to his crucifixion. ↩