Jerusalem is a city of a million stones and
right now I am colder
than all of them.

I flew here on a promise of
things are gonna get better
and they're getting better but
when do you stop praying
for something?
When it's been so long
you don't remember what you asked for anymore?
When it's been so long
you've memorized all the words,
you can recite them backwards and
you have no idea what they mean anymore?

That's why Jews say the same thing every day:
peace on Earth,
salvation, true love and
I'd like to see my dead best friend
again.
Prayers never change but
neither do the headlines:
I'm happier than I've been for years
but I keep smiling so much,
my friends think I'm getting
ready to eat them.

It's true: my teeth
have never gleamed
this bright.

Attitude is what separates
the A students from the failures
but, by itself, attitude will get you
sent to the principal's office or
arrested. Jerusalem is the city of hope but
all the hippies carry guns.

I haven't learned much, but the thing I
have learned is to forget:
the happiest people I see are
the senile senior citizens
and the guys who think
they're the messiah

and all the best restaurants here are
Chinese.
I identify most with the goldfish:
happy, shiny, each step
they swim is a dance
and no idea what happened
to the guy on the other side
of the tank.