Friday, July 24, 2015

After the first date

Sometimes  you don't  call because
You are worried that  it was just a fluke.
The   connection, the heart to heart,
The laughter.

You are worried  that it won't  be
The same again
That she will not have he same energy 
To spill  her life again
Or you won't

And that it will degenerate  into platitudes 

Saturday, July 18, 2015

I will never know

Your pain
When he recites love poems
Without  any address 

Ostensibly  leaving 
The muse's identity
A mystery 

But telling you very clearly
That it is not you

Do you wonder  who it is for
Or do you  know
And turn  the other way

Caution to the winds

In a hundred  years i will be dead
In a thousand, we will be extinct
And in a million, the earth will explode
(Or implode, depending)

So what does it matter,
In the (really) long term
What i do today?

(But of  course it is a luxury
To be able  to  act outside  of the box
Where consequences  cannot follow  me)