Boardwalk

I wonder what its like, real adults, vacations,
sandy shores, 401 k’s, the land of more,
and undecidely bored.
A tired statement on the weariest of souls.

I wonder what it’s like.

Walked along a hazy skyline where carousel’s spin, ice cream melting on beach worn skin,
dripping from your chin
and the zeal of youth for everyone to entertain.
35 years, when I was no longer “sane”
or normal, never to return again.
Strippers bleeding wallets, in a blur,
lasting memories,
each more surreal than the one before.

I wonder what its like to be human like you,
I want that too.

Regal me with tales when the world was yours
when I grew tired of this land of yore
the waves grew distant, the beach, the shore,
never knowing what adulthood had in store.

I wonder what it’s like to be human like you,

I want that too.

Someday soon.

Start Something

Lets begin, where the last one ends,
it can be that easy,
We can finish, and in between,
see where it leads us.
Make it last, this may be our only chance.
Crack the doorway, each new day, forge our voice.

Love is not an illusion,
Love discarded and used when
the satisfaction is gone.

We’ll make friends, we’ll comprehend
that the world don’t need us.
If this change is a means to an end,
we’ll pretend it don’t mean much.

We can start something new.

Quiver

To live inside a song lyric,
how precious that would be.
To cast aside the melancholy,
pleasant artifacts for you and me.

To walk on a movie set,
every line fed, better than the last.
The thrill of those first glances,
rewritten, another scripted romance.

To live inside this poem here,
dreading fear, knowing this will pass.
Lovers knocking buildings down,
pulling rubble from the ground
sharing affections of a world
left quivering.

Picture

Saw a photograph of you yesterday,

not sure we’re the same

I’m happy for you anyway.

Remember that time on the rocks, those moments on the beach, that single afternoon and the stars when the world went on snooze,
simply stopped being, like you and me?

The longest sigh, stretching from here to the moon.
Space rocks awaiting carved initals.
Lost underneath a giving tree.
Together in hidden view, a secret no one else could see.

I saw your photo and I knew.

Life moves, the stillness holds onto the tepid heart.

Each pulse broken in pixels and feigned happiness.

Your pic for someone else to adore,
Whoever that may be.
Saw you in a photograph and my small world reappeared.

Moment in time, dragging a curl into a smile.