Simon Said

Probability

Seven billion people

Several million in the area

Maybe a million to find just one

Half are dateable

Half are not

Half are my age range

Half are not

Maybe a quarter would say yes

Even less a second time

Less so a third

Could they all want relationships?

Some would drag it out

A few would lie

And then some couldn’t make my heart skip a beat

Like it does when I look at you

I could be wrong of course

And then I’d have to do my math all over again

But I’m confidant in these numbers 

Look over my shoulder and fact check, would you?

I promise I’ll want to kiss your neck 

Only one time

Whether or not you would like that

I’ll just have to rely on probability

And the way you smile

Sand and Clay (revised for perspective)

I made you out of sand and clay 

And you shimmered bright in the sun

We talk and kiss

You melt and I miss

Until another day

……

I made you out of sand and clay

And we try again to make it last

But then you ask about your past

This was knowledge I can not obtain

Then you are sad

And it begins to rain

I lost my love

You melt away

….

I made you out of sand and clay

But you’ll be inside all day

To keep you safe

We have our fun

And it’s okay

But knowing you aren’t happy

Within these four walls

I let you venture to the beach

Where you thrive

Where you were made

…….

And the last thing I see

Before you dissolve again

Is the most beautiful smile

You’re happy being free

Even if it means letting you slip through my fingers

…..

My love I build out of sand and clay

My love I enjoy for just one day

Your name and the green dot

I see your name in green

And I’m excited

More than ready to say anything

Maybe a joke

A question?

Line the options up in style

…..

And then it’s yellow again..

It’s okay, I can wait

Often until you’re gone 

Then i come up with it!

You know,

Just the right sequence of words to say

To just “maybe” make your day.

…….

And I know that you know, 

Because your words stumble just a little bit

And your smile widens ever so easily

….

Green again! 

The time is mine

What was that I wanted to say..

Maybe ask to see you

Or come up with an excuse to wander by

Really these thoughts fill my brain

Pretty much all the time

……………………..

And then back to yellow

Or sometimes Gray

Well

Tomorrows another day

I’ll line up my options again

A joke

A question

A statement

They can stumble about like I do

When I see your perfect face

..

Just waiting for the day

That I get it right.  

In

Made
You
For me
I promise as much
It makes sense
Like addition makes subtraction

I suppose
It would be an incredible tale
But realistically
I can only hope for the occasional
Sideways glance

Just so you know
I do stare often
Hoping you notice
I guess my logic is backward
But we can’t do It all right
The first time

To my Pam

Life isn’t a show
But if it was
You’d be mine

That is to say
It would be you and me
For all eternity

I suppose that’s a bit premature
But this is Hollywood
So it’s alright to embellish
And draw heart shaped conclusions

While we’re on a roll
Let me say without intent or regret
That you are perfect
Perfect in the way
That I could lay my eyes on you
Every minute of every day
And still maintain that compliment
While fishing the dictionary
For a word that could only improve
That definition

You have the most beautiful eyes
And I want to kiss every inch
Of your lightly freckled face

Maybe I should
Just maybe
Ask you out sometime

But this is Hollywood
So I will have to drag this out
For two more seasons
And come up with an elaborate plan
Involving bear suits and the like

I’d love to skip to the end now
But rules are rules
And this is, after all Hollywood

Where dreams come true
Prolonged just enough
To make everyone smile

Hello

I love your ever morphing changing hair

It kisses me like dark brown lipstick

Changing seasons just to breathe

I wish that you could just see my smile

Reflected in the night

I think we’ll be together a while

I think it’ll be alright

………………………………………….

I love the way you kiss me

In your guarded pacified way

Your tongue is far more aggressive

I suppose it didn’t get the memo

On knowing how to show restraint

That’s why my lips are so dry all the time

They just miss the warm wet touch of you

Or maybe thats just an convenient excuse

To kiss you some more

Tell me, what are you waiting for?

………………………………………………….

I smell you often

Because it adds to the memory

Because my memories don’t ever fade, you see.

It’s a whimsical curse

To always be able to know

The way your eyes shine just right in the light

Or the way your hips sway a certain way

I know you don’t mind

Because it’s subtle like sweet

And I made you mine a long time ago

My scene queen.

Cleanup on Aisle 1(concept)

The butterflies

You give them to me

Across one foot barrier

And I’m struck dumbfounded

……………….

One flies down my throat

Rendering my voice box casually awkward

Another few invade my stomach

They don’t digest well, you know.

Instead I get this flutter

It helps my stutter

……………………….

Why can’t I ask for something so simple?

I’m not like this usually

You can ask my past conquests

And they’d give you a straight answer

Because I set them straight

………………………………

Sometimes your glasses

Hang off your face in just the right way

And I’m forced to return the very next day

I guess you could say I’m a consumer whore

But if it takes a thousand chances

Just for me to get one question right

Without sounding

Awkward

Weird

Or with that damn stutter

Then I’d throw my wallet at the register

And sit there for hours practicing

…………………………………

I’ll take an extra large …. drink please

And a side of …. damnit

Messed up again

To the back of the line I go

………………………..

When I’ll figure this out

Nobody knows

………………………….

Gigawatts

She creased her lips gently
In a way that made my heart stutter
This effect, it’s not new
Only enhanced like a fine wine

I wonder how others thought
In the same exact position as me
Decades and centuries ago

Still, I feel blessed
For this moment in this year
I know what your smile looks like
And it’s nothing short of wonderful
The most wonderful

In a hundred years
Someone will come across this poem
And argue with my literary soul
That I’m wrong
That someone he’s smitten with
Has a far superior way of parting her lips
And he will insist this until the ends of time

For some reason
For every reason
This cycle makes me happy

So argue away, visiter from the future
Prove me wrong
Make her smile

Sunday, Untitled Track 1

I used to think that I was filled with regret because my mind just will not let me forget. I remember every little detail about people and those details and memories remain as such indefinitely.

It’s sort of a problem, especially when the actions I would have taken on many occasions should have been different.

Details fill my brain and stay until lonely nights when it becomes harvest season for both desirable and undesirable thoughts.

I’ll never forget the hue of your eyes. I’ll never forget the comfort experienced the first night I slept next to someone else. I think I still remember the sheets wrapped around us when I awoke in a hung over daze. Of course I do memorize or try to everyone I meet because I also recognize the very easy way that people slip in and out of your life.

I just referred to three people in one paragraph. I’m not even sure if my ability to remember is normal or something out of a romantic comedy or sappy film. “The Man who Could not Forget”, starring me, myself and I. I could see it now. Maybe they could get Joseph Gordon Levitt to play me, take some asthetic liberties.

Well, get to it Hollywood. I’m waiting.

Hush

She dissipates into thin air
Before my very eyes
Absent of compromise

She hurts me plenty
And I can only stare back
My words are absent
My mouth unable to find the words
To fight back

She’s gone
And then here
In a way that is just not fair
And I’m left to my own devices
To try and figure out the truth

Chaos remains where she once stood
Where she once laid out
Yet there’s a calm exterior I view
Each and every time

She’s successful, you know
And independent
Established

And yet I’m picked out of the many
To be haunted into the night
Lucky me
Lucky me

Defiant

There’s so much structure
Sometimes it can be a bit overwhelming
And beyond the four walls and concrete doors
Past the traps that catch us all

I remain unchanged
For one more day

Maybe tomorrow will be different
And I will no longer be a romantic
Maybe I will start coloring inside the lines
All the while going the speed limit
Envious of those blazing past

Maybe one day I’ll start believing in leagues
And adhering to my station in life
I’ll get up at the same time
And go to sleep like rusty clockwork

Maybe one day I’ll stop chasing the Phoenix

But that day is not today.
Today I walk barefoot outside and think about my dreams
And if they arent radical enough
Outlandish enough
Bold or just plain ridiculous
They get scratched off the list

Never to return

I do not have around the clock access to your lips
If I did, then they’d be used for more than just
Your hyper intellectual
witty banter

And I could teach your ears a thing or two
About what pleasing tones sound like
If they weren’t so busy
With your evolved taste in music

Really, I could do a lot of things
With your lot of things..
But I’ve digressed my desires
To simple words on this digital spread

Honestly,
I should just tell you instead

Distractions

Sneakily following
swift like a feline
your paws grace on
each step unable to trace
like the outlines
around your lips
where tequila splashes
and drunken smiles
highlight the night

crashing about
leaping through windows
locked from the inside
guards lay sleepily
curled within comfort
and unwilling to change
the alarm sounds
but its too late
your in my view

I watch forbidden subtleties
acted out
through words rarely spoken
fingers entrenched
occupy my senses
as you go about your way
and with distractions sucessful
my heart is yours
feel free to stay

Martyr

My mood changes like the tides
This week worse than most
I kept you at bay
Even though at my core
I missed you

I suppose this is no era
For a pale blonde martyr
But damned if I didn’t try

The sticks and stones
Never broke my bones
But I’m stronger than you
At least when it comes to
Verbal warfare

They will praise my name one day
For protecting you from myself
A statue will be built
Out of sand and clay

We will have lunch underneath
The hefty shadow it will provide
And read the inscription fondly

“So we could thrive another day”

Surely you understand
This pale blonde martyr
And his ways

I am what I am

Writing on my iPhone lent to distinctly short poems, I wonder what writing on my iPad will end up doing.

She put me on a leash
When she set me free

I tore it off and wondered
Is this really me?

I wear it sometimes just to remind me how it feels

Seven years later and I’ll never forget the dry scrape of collared leather.

Ive gained and lost lovers
But the first one hurts the most
The rest are simply re opening
The initial scab