Keep my nose clean
Face out of the papers
Sooner or later
I may want to shoot angles
Let my hair down
Absorbed in constant prayer
Ambivalence in tandem with a petty mind game
Plan on getting to heaven
But I'm inpatient cause
I want to lay you down
Make love until the sun comes up...

It doesn't feel the same
2,000 miles away and counting
The days until we see each other again
All I have is your face
Imprinted in my mind
And I'm sorry that I
Couldn't join you at the next stop
Along the journey
Excuses have been duly noted
I casted my vote
Popular or not
If we have a future
Suture needs to sow up the carcass
Before its dragged out to the landfill
Then again, it had quite a LIFE...

Wife and husband
Once a goal
Now its a chore
2 carry on a conversation
Beyond the bare minimum
No one wants to be the villain
And tell the other 2 take
Your broken heart and get the hell out
If nothing else
I'll treat you with respect
But this game is a struggle
Like an aging ballplayer
In decline with only two choices
Retire or be released
Either way, pain is inevitable
But if we settle for complacency
That's what we'll receive
I don't know about you
I'd rather be alone
Then suffer through that excruciating fate...

P-Jan 3, 2008.