Was last night just a dream?
When I felt your smooth sinuey body
trembling in my arms
was it just the dog licking himself
Maybe it was the alabaster headboard I felt
instead of your perfectly curved hip

A winter's chill clings to the sheets
They seem to remember the summer-night
that burned them not long before
I seem to remember being naked
just a second ago and
I seem to remember you were there too
but then that's always in my dream
It seemed so real--
holding you in my arms
were those just pillows I was squeezing?

 if walls could talk
do you think they would lie
would they tell me that you just
left in the night, pressing a kiss
to my eyes as you floated down
to the black and white streets?

I woke up wanting a smoke
but I settled for a burger
(cause I figure it's just as bad for me)
walking down the lanes
watching the leaves turn red and fall
how nice it must be to let go like that
sometimes I wish the leaves could be me.

I want to drink your Picasso
and relish between your blue
nestled deep inside your rose

I want to devour your Dali and
feel your surreal
lay down beside your weeping clocks
while putting flowers in your hair
just so I can call you art

I want to guzzle your escher
and chase you up your waterfall
I want to get lost when the world rolls over
as you turn to one side
I want to be lost inside you
contemplating the mysteries
that are your twists and curves

but lately I’ve only been snacking
on Van Gough
And all I really want
is for you to love me too.

florescent sunrise

So I'm at a grocery store
at 6:30 in the morning
looking for a pair of sunglasses
that probably won't last a week.
And I see this guy, walking
to the counter with a twelve pack
in his hands
and I just want to hug him (
because deep down inside we both know
his life probably didn't go accorinding to plan)
but didn't for fear
that he might think
I was just after
his booze.

This is a song for them--
everyone at the grocery store
at 6:30 AM.
The tattooed freaks and the
late night geeks who
forgot to go to bed.
Or the young teenage boy
with an overly-eager smile
who didn't...
this is for the side-show:
Morning After.
This is for letting me in
their world and to taste
the early morning dew
on a cold bitter beer.
at 6:30 in the morning