a short december?

why does the winter provide such narcosis
and insomnia and longing and dreaming?
why does the impending cold
provide a chance to erode
the warmth that I was once teeming?

coughing

as a final reminder of the ticking clock
I've been forced to rewrite my wrongs
in favor of a past worth remembering

why those days gone before
still haunt me I don't know
but through these hiccups
the choking is obscene
and that is literal
nothing further needed

one shot too many

I walked right into an hourglass
I had hoped had wept it's last grain
and was forced to remember time before
that led me to what is today
I had prayed this was out of your system
that rationality might keep you afloat
instead it's my presence is necessary
in a life I don't think is my own.

it's only a metaphor, darling

today a man offered me
for a fairly simple price
the chance to wash my hands clean
this was a bargain to beat
so I sang him the notes
and we exchanged pleasantries

even unsure of his intentions
I bought what he was selling
and it was comfortably smooth transaction
but was it my wish or the gift of a goblin?
this we are still negotiating

soon enough

I don't believe haunting is suitable
as it's not like of you I'm afraid
although often time I will ponder to fault
if I'm missing my chance to escape
for these chances I'm taking are risky
yes I know, what's here might not last years
but it's not worth getting bent out of shape,
because time will explain the decisions made
and if they're worth being frightened and keeping

yes, you

it's so tempting to use the same verses
when my creativity is challenging at best
but what's so terribly wrong with being corny
I suppose my maturity's just not as adept

capable

somehow I fall short
or if it's possible I don't
and your reluctancy
is manifested all on it's own
then how dare you sell me
short, in an attempt to,
cover up your inadequacy

forgive me

don't stay
for though I may long
for a never-ending last kiss
and though my cries preach
to speak loud my soft wishes
all of my most pleasant dreams
are of a happier future
one which we'll both appreciate
as the righteous moment's move
and though my heart may linger
in your warm embrace once more
I was told and will try to
take it as it comes

and it's not as though I forget
but next time I've lost in a whelming
please reminds me of our good intentions
and I'll still silently wish it were more true

if only this didn't rhyme

and you can be rough
when the tides are at ease
and I don't call your bluff
as I'm eager to please
but it seems to be futile
in this little tirade
all my attempts to encourage
and persuade or dissuade
yes, although we know
our hearts will soon sway
it will help me, to remember,
our cold winter days

the races

we're running through these times
and it's a shame when we're together
because it just appears we're faster
than when we're on our own

and it wouldn't be so hard to take
if we weren't good for each other
the way you call me names
and kiss my face,
and listen close to my heart

oh what a world it might be
if it were all in between
our steady glances and gentle embraces,
encompassing all things.


for joey

sorry

I'm sorry that it stung
I didn't mean to hurt you
it's too bad that
when it comes to pain
I tend to be heavy handed

rabbitt's foot

you slumber softly
I am ever softer
I don't want to wake you
I'm not terribly upset
just horribly overwhelmed
and it's not really fair anyway
to either of us for me to
keep destroying what's left
for though I'd rather be happy
and keep you thoroughly the same
it would happen not quite so easy
and yet to my credit
the depths of your sadness
are an animal all it's own
that you'd prefer to remain
rather than resolve.

and I understand, really,
because in that sense we're alike
is this all just half hearted?
do we work so well because there's
a definite split coming?
even if it's true, it would be nice if
you didn't mention it so much
or at all, even joking

because I wish it wasn't (true)