he keeps himself inside a
no, sorry, he's a
no, that's it, yeah
he's got a
stereo,
his smokes and beers
a few books
a pair of jeans, and so
he's not
into things
he can't relate
to women who are
they just
tangle his mind
he listens to the radio, the sweet
music of his own sphere,
tames his cacti, wears
his jeans with a tight
mouth
he can't relate