Diaries of Another Summer (3)

A jealous obsession

A type of hunger

What she was to me —


An unhealthy time

For my attitude,

A heart’s insolvency


I watched from a distance

Wanting her

In the manner men are prone


Then froze in surprise

When she called my name

The first time we

Were alone

Past Paris

Past Paris, out near Claye-Souilly,
Beside a small and blue canal,
She had me stop so we could see;
Such was, I think, her rationale —

We then we went to a hotel bar
And drank our fill of Pinot noir,
And laughed and sang and swayed and played,
Past Paris, where mistakes
Get made

Relationship Hangover

Two men pursued her who she liked:
One was nice; the other a jerk.
She asked me, then, for my advice:
I said, “The latter’s bad for you”

And so, she thanked me and she left.
She broke up with the nicer one;
Was with the jerk, until she found out
He was cheating on her

She called me up in tears, and asked:
How could he run around on me?
I said “He treated you like crap;
Almost as bad as you treat yourself”

There was silence, then she said,
“I counted on you for support.”
The phone clicked and she went away;
A place that she’s been since

It’s kind of like a hangover:
You knew that it would happen, but
You drank way too much anyway,
And blame me for
The pain

With Innocence

With Innocence

I seek the way beyond the fence,
But more and more, I doubt it —
The world grows new with innocence
And I grow old without it

My friend, you’re very young and fair;
With life and youth you’re blooming —
And you would also see me there,
Not knowing what is looming –

You should be in the joyful skies,
With revelers and dancers —
I do not mean to patronize;
I have no lasting answers —

But know what cannot ever wake;
Let us not tease, or flout it —
The world grows new with innocence,
And I grow old
Without it