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

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

Relationship Hangover

Somehow, I ended up at fault.

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

Some situations require avoiding —

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