The Ebbing of Society
I love to watch two people meet
in a busy city street
out of a sea of unfamiliar faces
they suddenly come across one familiar one
that comes from a mental background buzzing
into sharp focus
they might
smile
they might
talk
then let themselves get washed
back into the currents
of the anonymous crowd.
Sometimes
Sometimes I just want to lay my head
down
and close my eyes and
dream
because my dreams are better
than the reality I face
and
more productive too.
Edge of a Chilled Evening
a warm winter day in a tropical beach town
yet i wander through it all alone
looks of pity
looks of surprise
looks of disgust
beautiful scenery
breath-taking views
which i watch all alone
the sun sets
the couples huddle closer
i watch it all alone
all a-lonely
It's Getting Late
it's getting late
and the words have already been sung
words that took courage to say
only to have been shot down with one word
yes can be an ugly word
when it's to the wrong question
i hoped for a no
but i should have known better
under the stars and beside the crashing waves
i went from being alone with him
to being lonely
it's getting late.
Kiss
Kiss is such an ugly word
sure the action is nice
really nice
when between the right people
at the right moment
but the word does it no justice
i hate asking for a kiss
stupid stupid word
stupid stupid
me.
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