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Supper Time

It`s all hotel palms

and cascading light

when you dance to the silent hum of summer.

She sips mimosas,

while he takes a call,

and everyone is naked,

but I`m the only one

feeling exposed.
The setting sun

comforts me

like a pat on the back,

and I want to be alone. Company is only

really good for

getting things off your chest or just getting off.
There`s a wisdom in

her eyes that you won`t find in any fortune cookie,

but she`s the last to know. His best defence is his ever growing ignorance,

but that`s inevitable with a body like that.
I stare out the

open balcony door, squinting, empty, and lonely, but man,

what a view.

She crawls back into bed looking for love in the folds of the sheets,

while he receives

a text message telling him that supper is ready.

Pale Blue Eyes

He brings out

the mischief in me

that I try to tie down

in the front yard

like a wild dog.

He evokes the kind of curiosity that could

destroy whole armies,

and yet I find myself indulging time and time again.

Out of sight, out of mind

only works for so long

until sight and mind confuse each other for lovers and begin to breed. Ambivalence at this speed is known to kill,

and yet somehow

this feels like fate.

So I entertain the thought, but know better than anyone that I am in no position to be making pacts with

pale blue eyed boys.

Palm Springs Mornings

I`m reassured by the fact that there is no reassurance and that this could all end at any moment.

Say it straight because niceties are for the pretenders, and I have no time to play dress-up in this desert town.

There is no way of knowing if what I am doing is right or wrong, and at this point, I am willing to bet they are one in the same.

I have caught a cold from the always present AC, and I blow my nose into crumpled bar napkins that I pull from my back pocket.

There are phone numbers and e-mail addresses swimming in what is now the past.

It is probably best that I never called. Besides, who would I ask for?

Song And Dance

I`m tripping on indecision and wish only for the break that I know will never come.
When you chose a life of chaos, there is no exit ramp.
You merely have to ride it out and hope you make it through with a little sanity. Reason might come wrapped in a pretty bow,

but it`s still an empty box. My trepidation shakes

like a hand in need of strong drink, and yet I still

descend into the darkness of the unknown.
Trusting in something more omniscient than my ego is the only way to get through this little song and dance called life.

Promise

Bend over and show me your truth.
Your smug smile is the draw, and I want to hear what else it has to say.
Tell me no lies that you cannot claim.
This is beyond wanting more than I need.
This is about a hand and the grasp of it.
Somehow it feels like forever, but I am only here for the night.
Sidestepping manholes I have been down before and forgetting to forget that you`re not here.
I want a scary movie make out and a pact to never make another promise.

ASSHOLE

I`m an asshole.
Not all the time,
But enough of it.
Enough to frustrate
And anger.

Maybe that`s too much.
Maybe I`m an asshole
Too much of the time.
Yes, that sounds more accurate.

I`m an asshole
Because I hurt people.
I`m an asshole
Because I don`t know
Why I do it.

I`m an asshole
Because I feel nothing
Or everything all at once.

I spend most of my time
Being an asshole
Because I don`t know
What else to be.

Besides, I`m good at it.
What an asshole thing to say.

Sad But True

When everyone wants

to be with you,

and you just want

to be alone,

it is like watching

a snake squeeze the life from a field mouse,

and although sad,

it`s understood

that it is nature`s way.

I am so sensitive

that I make broken

look like the

latest fall trend,

and no one can

get to me for this wall

was built with the

fears and insecurities

of a twenty-four year old know-it-all.

And it has never

been about the queue waiting to confess

their love,

but rather the moment

when it is finally reciprocated.

Maybe I only let

myself fall for the ones

I can`t have because

I am a self-sabotaging fool, and I am afraid

of feeling love

if it`s there all the time.

7 Hrs 18 Mins

Seven hours and eighteen minutes
is all that stands between me and rejection.

But when you live in this head, there is no risk too big and no reason too small.

I`m an emotional gambling madman who`s 507 miles from betting everything on a person whose real name I do not know.

And although probability and basic logic are not on my side, I go because I believe in something more than just cognitive sense.

So my intuition leads me into the familiar bright lights of truth as I head back to the one place you never want to fall in love: Vegas.

Staircase Throne

I linger at the top of staircases
Hoping to go unnoticed,
While I notice that I
Don`t quite fit in.

I listen to T-Rex on my ipod,
But most people just
Confuse them for the dinosaur
And that`s why I`m hard to impress.

From where I sit,
I can`t see what all the fuss is about,
Yet you go through the motions
Hoping someone will yell, "CUT!"

I would have made for
Royalty at a different time,
But now I`m just a hypocrite
In a world I can`t relate.

It`s from the top that I rule
And pass judgment over those beneath
Because when I look, I see,
And yet I am no better.