Friends! Friends! Friends!

December 23, 2010

They are not friends
in the true sense;
They are just dollar signs
In someone else’s eyes.
You remember that,
next time one offends.


Advice from an Imaginary Sage

December 22, 2010

The need to be ‘liked’?
Why, it fades with age.
Time bitters the taste
and from the worse
you learn
to spot the better;
keep the best;
and the rest?
To forever:
no regrets.


December 22, 2010

Forgive, please, his fumbled graces,
for he is but a bumbling head
upon a pair of poor shoulders.

His eyes a saddened blue,
ears catching not a sound,
he has fallen, hard, for you
and cannot regain his ground.


December 22, 2010

Why, it was dropped, carelessly,
And it did break.
But take up the pieces, please,
Let’s see what you can make.


December 22, 2010

Across the ice sheets
the eyes meet,
and a cracked curtain
lets the light in –
that’s what he’s singing,
or something like it:
no one’s quite listening.
All white and smiling
Floating closer, closer
Mostly hidden
Smitten and giggling
Splitting the night
With lightning touch
Finding and entwining
Fingers fitting
Never missing
In a collision kiss.
This is it.
That was it:
she melted.

From a Corner

December 20, 2010

I am here, certain, but lost in a stare
which shoots this single thought clear
across the loud and leather-smelling air:
How do they do it? How do they, these guys,
these doll-faced girls, all innocent, prise
from their place in the corner seats,
up to the dance floor to fit them
with leaned-in whispers? With leers?
What is it they pour into their ears?
Something they possess that I am lacking.
And this trance carries me back again

to many years ago, in a club just as this
when a girl I loved and so-longed to kiss
took my hand, pulling me from the sound
and to the beach she took, and sat, us down.
We talked common and longingly of the moon
which two days before had big-orange shone
but I never did kiss her, and she remained,
as the moon, out of reach and unobtained.

And in this faceless stare, I do recall
that night, and the chance I let fall.
For since then all I’ve done is hope
that she’ll return, and once more open,
and lead me through, that vanishing door;
And I hope that now I could be sure,
That with a second chance so granted,
I could kiss her – that’s all I ever wanted –
and be bold, and strong enough to win her.


December 20, 2010

Oh my love, my little love, today has died;
She is gone.
All for want of the tears I could not shed;
Though hard, so very hard, I tried.