deserved

 
 
 
you sat looking out  
the window  
 
searching the night  
sky for a sympathetic  
star  
 
stoned on insect logic  
and ecstasy  
 
    broken down like some old  
          yellow cab on Market Street  
 
what was it you  
said to me...  
 
       something about  
 
"we always don't deserve  
what we get  
     but it always seems to find  
                   it's way to us anyhow  
 
the night came and went  
like wild geese flying  
on a hard north  
wind----                
 
that could not  
 
            carry your
 
                sadness away