Walking Lyrically

Walking lyrically, I happened upon a list of a stranger's aspirations.
And thought how I'd make making love to you the last of my own.

And you'd be on the list last because I want you to think I want you.
But I want to continue quietly telling myself "I'll be sure to abstain"

without necessarily thinking it the truth, the godawful truth. I
never want to see you again (but, of course, I will).

I'll Serenade You

I'll serenade you
amongst these romantic souls,
and hope that my voice stands

out.

Not because it's awful,
but because it's
sincere.

[Zip down lips direct for this fatlip affect]

Zip down lips direct for this fatlip affect
to say "now go," to say "now" slow just
to savor this breakup a little longer.

Masquerade, clean away the mascara
so that we won't think we know the brink
wellenough to remember how we weren't tough.

Phone Message

* "beep" in an onomatopoeia for 'go' ...and 'stop.' *

-Hi there,
my sincerest apologies for
not having called in so long;
I've been busy breaking down,
and I thought you would have changed by now.
Well,
when you get the chance to speak up,
be sure to scream:
tell me of your weekend, your week,
your seconds and years
without me.
And by the by,
I'm sorry
for everything...
and I lo-

Relieve and Release

Not having picked up again, or
having picked up with a no,
this stranger, this
strange
her
sounded off on
my smile and "sorry"
while her graceful glance and nothingmore
translated to a sweet salvation in isolation.