No rush

Wish I was with you that day
in the sunflowers
when you blew the kiss-
I would have leapt to catch
even a part of it
to keep the softness from wilting
with the yellow petals.

Can you stay there for ten minutes
with me
and not feel rushed
or that your lacking anything
so we can make this time
ours?

Can I make your smile my own
or at the leastbe the reason for it
to easy the uneasy feeling
of adoring the one
that wasn't mine
by substituting?

Wonder if we will fade
like those flowers did
that fall
and become a kiss we blew
that we could never catch
or replant.

Me too

Most of the time
I find true stories
to be untrue.
E! true hollywood
makes real life
seem lifeless.

My own truth is
sometimes fabricated
by the cruel
who would seek
to hurt unprevoked.

Then there is you-
soft
sweet
smiling
circling yes
for the bully.

What else will
you do for effect?
Is there a way
for me to see
behind your mirrors
without fear?

Feelin shitty-
think a warm bed
would substitute
for the sand
for now.
And a cheesy movie.
That sounds nice
to me too.

Charity Work

Last night I saw
three girls and their buddy
talking about fashion
and the price they paid
for stealing moments
of fame and fortune.
Think they're still paying.

Think I'm still paying too.
Seems like every check
is spent before the ink dries.
Probably would be better off
if I had an accountant
instead of a nurse,
but my heart needs monitoring
more than my wallet.

So while it may be true
that I've seen
certain people at their worst-
your monitor shows
me as my most naked self
without so much as a towel
in this winter air.

La fille danse
Quand elle joue avec moi
Et je pense...je pense.

"Thank You" James

Got an estimate
from collision repairs
to repair my collision-
gonna cost me
more than two cards
carry at a time.
Need a complete overhaul.
Made peace with it-
with Mom too,
but not blossom.
Still missing the lake-
can't see it
through the wing
even with a window seat.
The wave broke-
rolled back to sea-
the collision
casted it away.

The defining act

I bought you
a little cake
it's so sweet
you smile.

Hours and thousands
away from rest
awake to sleep
you turn.

Deep snow drifts
drifting into me
so deeply shallow
I digress.

I guess.

Do you miss
the cold outside
now that the thermometer
crashed inside you?

Your act sent
something through me
I'm unable to define.

Wish I had
a little cake
to nibble.

A Lake view

Where has the warm breeze
that ran through my hair
blown away to?
The ice that's taken
its' place is cold
and unforgiving.
Used to be candles burning
brightly through the darkness
day in and day out.
I could wake up and go home
out of the thundering rain
to a kind shelter.
The leaves have fallen now
as the lights flicker out
leaving me alone.
Now I'm smoking in solitude
sans red hot
always in a 15 mph zone.
When did you cut your hair?

Make it easy

For one night we were free
as thieves with vault keys
roaming through tracks unabaded
by watchfully telling eyes.
To this day I can still feel
your lips touch mine fast
as I asked you not to go.
Call again to let them know
you won't be home-
make it a year of dancing
in a stary room of wine stained
walls that will keep us safe.
I walk behind you now
constantly knifed by what I
have been discarded for
when there was a moment
that we rode tandom-
that we were free.
Is it that you're more
beautiful as I remember?
Could I be putting you in
a place you don't deserve
because I can't win?
Every line proves to be more
meaningful when I'm focused
on being declared your heart's
blood pumping hero.
Nothing I say or do changes
your decision to remain
close enough to keep your place
and too far to share soup.