Sunday, November 25, 2012

"Simple Man" Plays on the Radio

The drive home. Late.
it is night. Dark.
"Simple Man" plays on the radio and a
solo tear falls.
It contains enough water to fill the streets
as if they are basins
and suddenly, I am rowing my canoe down
the Mississippi River
looking for you
screaming in anguish
Je suis désolé
Me disculpe
Mi dispiace
Mihi dolet
I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry. 

Sunday, November 18, 2012

If Only You Could See Me Now

If You Could See Me Now, Darling,
You would see me
sober yet only mildly alert.
My cigarettes merely guard
the gates of insanity
and I drink tea (not coffee)
to temper the anxiety.

Not a day or a kiss or a lifetime goes by
without me staving off your ethereal
temptation with all the might I hardly muster
sober.

Sometimes I sleep all day only to dream
of you.
Sometimes I stay awake
only to avoid those dreams.

If Only You Could See Me Now, Darling
If Only You Could See Me Now.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

If I could choose my eyes today

If I could choose my eyes today
I'd choose crime noir pastiche
and stand outside seedy nightclubs with
one foot on the wall as I
smoke a cigarette (indicating
I Don't Care).

If I could choose my profession today
I'd choose medieval bard
and wander the country side carrying
my guitar and playing (music
Only For Strangers).

If I could choose my god today
I'd choose Hades
lord of the underworld, hoping
he'd banish me to (Tartarus
For The Solitude).