Friday, January 21, 2005

Silent Questions

What could you do- If I confessed?
Cleaned up our mess
Stopped pretending
Never gave back that shirt you lent me
Proved you right,
Threw a fit tonight.
Pushed you off me
Laid out the truth nicely
Denied your eyes

I’ve decided to walk away

What should you do- If I throw away phoniness?
Accepted loneliness
Laughed at your lies
Let myself cry
Enjoyed a taste of fate
Felt sorry for you

From now on I’ll look away

What would you do- If I got over you?
Moved on too
Forgot that song
Admitted to myself that you were wrong
Erased you from my dreams
Thought of something else before I fell asleep
Broke all the promises I said I’d keep

Tonight I have driven miles to lock you away

Saturday, January 01, 2005

The Hole In My Sweater

I stare through the hole you burnt in my sweater
Now a peep hole, a time warp- into a night a few years ago

A lick- chased with a lime
Free spirits dancing in the colored lights
Watching you-
Breathless in the dark
Chain linked fingers dangle about the crowd
Deep eyes to dive into
A four-block walk
Catching and netting
Jarring up fast swimming rebound kisses

I have forty other sweaters,
but refuse to part from this one

Worn, abused, burnt
It hangs in my closet for safekeeping’s
Like an old photo
A note in a box full of memories
I wear it occasionally
When I do, I roll up the hole into a cuff in my sleeve
If they saw it I could no longer mean anything to me
Alone I unroll it,
Gazing through my little peep hole-
Dreaming, remembering, rearranging