Monthly Archives: January 2009

Cannonball

We were both treading water
When love landed in our lives
It did not float in on a perfect dive
Making a barely perceptible splash

No, more like a chubby kid
Runs off the end of the high dive
Grabs his knees in tight for the biggest impact
And lands as a cannonball

We were each knocked off balance
Sputtering to catch our breath
Eyes stinging trying to see clearly
When love just landed

Now that he’s here…
Shall we
curse the inconsiderate imp
and shoo him away
or invite him to stay
invite him to play?

Nice

Maybe it’s true…

The best way to be nice now
is to be mean

The most reassuring phone call
is a quick, hollow voicemail
The warmest touch to offer
is the cold shoulder
The best meeting to have
is none at all

Because
When we share the details of our days
When you lightly touch my arm
When we linger over a shared meal

I can’t or don’t hear the words you’re saying,
(no)
My heart hears what it wants to hear
(yes)

Being nice

Misleads
Confuses
Hurts

….and that’s just mean

When the phone doesn’t ring,

I’ll try to remember that it’s you

not calling,

it’s you being

nice

Upstanding Citizen

Was it only a few weeks ago, I was an upstanding citizen…

And now I’m a slacker..

Today I laid in bed most the day,
trying to recover from making love until 3 am
I barely made it up to call into that 2 pm phone meeting
Totally unprepared

I ate raw cookie dough from the frij with a fork
(It seems important to note that it was gluten free)
When I finally do turn on my computer, I can’t focus

I’m a slacker and now, I’m a stalker…

The ramblings of a crazy person fill my thoughts
Isn’t there some burning reason I could drive the 50 miles to see you?
Did you leave an important item? Anything?
Are there any two points I could visit that would make it plausible that I was just passing by?
I know I can call after 7 pm, so I exercise restraint and don’t dial until 7:03
Pathetic

Great. I’m a stalker and a slacker, and I’m an addict…

When we’re finally together, I’m high
But when it’s time to go, I get shaky
Spending an hour together makes me want just one more
Spending five hours together makes me want just one more
The lunch date goes overnight
Ya me voy, I say,
but I can’t seem to do it.

Slacker, stalker, addict.

I stand and take a step
You shake your head and touch my fingertips
Leading me gently back to you
I know it’s time to go
but the last thing
I want to be now is
up
standing