Saturday, February 23, 2008

A Few Thoughts

Without the attitude, without the grin,
Without the power tools you bought last week,
Without the disenfranchised and the meek
On your long coattails, thinking they could win
(Even survive), without a load of gin,
Without those children playing hide and seek
Among abandoned cars down by the creek
Near bat caves, try to reel a few thoughts in.

Try thinking of the thin gruel our souls get,
Almost enough for us not to get sick,
As grim and tasteless as it isn't thick,
Remember how the old poor aren't rich yet,
And think of those executives you met,
Then tell me whose heart burns the thinnest wick.

Friday, February 15, 2008

Note on the Doorstep

The tension is unbearable. I'll break
Before the night is over, maybe soon,
As early as the rising of the moon
Above those buildings to the south. I shake,
And fret, and try to keep myself awake
Imagining an oversized balloon
Stretched past capacity. The afternoon
Was bad, but this is more than I can take.

Why did you do this to me? I demand
To know. I saw you walking on the street
Last week. Some day the two of us will meet.
The whole damn world feels like a rubber band
Around my head; it's more than I can stand,
And when I break, I'll break here at your feet.

Sunday, February 03, 2008

The Things that Our Hearts Know

You don't exactly fill my heart with joy;
It's more like greed, a sort of stupid greed
For something I know I don't really need.
You specialize in being sly, and coy,
And mocking me for being just a boy,
And cooing gently, simply to mislead,
My poor heart following you at top speed
Into a blind street, like a broken toy.

Yet here I am, and here you are also.
We're both aware that something isn't right,
But when the day ends, in the fading light
We only know the things that our hearts know:
Maybe I can't get where I want to go.
Maybe this place is where we'll stay, tonight.