No Talent For Certainty

dressed up to go, she climbed upon the bed 
and modeled her new look for him, and he 
was thinking now that he would rather stay 
at home then face a party and the hours 

but off they went, and he could see the looks 
of men and women watching her walk by 
the smiles exchanged, although some showed the rue 
that they weren't her, or weren't themselves with her -- 

yes, envy is a thing: a shallow thing. 
It focuses upon what isn't there; 
and he observed, and wondered at it all, 
enjoying her, anticipating when 

they'd leave the noise and looks and head back home 
into the privacy of love and bed 

between the mortar and the bricks 
are universes made of space 
like all the distance between thoughts 
of those who'd touch, if such was 

possible 

but all the apparent cohesion 
cannot make 
the proximate 

intimate

There was a minute in our lives 
That I remember in such days as these. 
And yes, it was awhile ago, and 
Optics change as time weighs down our lives -- 

But in that place, that zone, I knew 
And focused solely, squarely, upon you: 
And love was built from tiny observations, 
Details, reveling in the specific -- 

But now, the details blur. It's hard to see 
Or hear or feel when minds are pulled away 
Into the maelstrom that's become the world, 
And walking by becomes now walking passed -- 

There was a minute in our lives 
That I remember in such days as these: 
For I don't love you less, I love you more, 
So don't mistake distraction for 

Indifference

she knew what she wanted, 
and so, she went and got it. 
he was fine with where he was; 
he hadn't really sought it 

but there they were, and there she was, 
those two young hearts were beating -- 
and some would call it beautiful, 
while others call it

cheating

Music's both her passion, 
And a way to channel passion; 
A way to make a living, 
And a further way to fashion 

The life she's built from off the ground. 
A world of sky and water: 
The idol of the stage, who's still 
At heart, the foreman's daughter.

though it was a while ago, 
she can still remember when 
every sight was hers and clear, 
but she wondered, even then, 
  if the promises were true: 
  and she would find the love 
    that she was due. 

those days were free: but still she strove 
to work in joy and joy in work; 
and love snuck up on her one day 
dressed in a tie, and with a smirk, 
  that covered up a heart of gold. 
  it's really wild: 
  love comes, but never 
  in the clothes 
    we dreamed of as 

    a child

always in the somehow want 
eyes that move and bodies close 
ever in the nowhere zone 
need a shot an extra dose 

she knows how to tell him where 
moments start to glisten 
everything they feel when both 
know how to act 

and listen

They never should have been, 
But somehow always were; 
Together or apart, 
That thing with him and her 

Was always in the back of mind, 
Til it moved to the front: 
Those times when they would want to eat 
Without wanting 

To hunt

It was a free exchange, 
The old wolf, and the swan: 
It lasted for a time, 
And then, they each moved on. 

Another period gone down, 
And it is kind of funny 
How money can't buy love (they say) 
While fake love can 

Buy money