With Or Without You

Grab your kleenex and wipe your tears,
Wave goodbye to your firstborn,
Your middle child or your baby.
You might find this suggestion suggestive:
But keep sending your children to war,
We have too many people here anyway.
With them gone you may find more room
in restaurants and malls, colleges and churches,
backlit alleys or bright lit stages.
Finally we have the oxygen we crave,
Now that there are those dying
for an unknown cause and a president who looks
like a baboon.
You may be lucky to get them back whole
in a coffin, if not you can hope that they have
a patch of grass above their unmarked grave.
Send them your prayers and hope,
Maybe they will not fall on deaf ears,
Though the pleas to come home do.

She May Be A Dime

I can be your loser,
your favorite memory,
your familar lips,
and your missing piece.
I can be your failure,
your last touch,
your open eyes,
and your complete incomplete.
I can be your wash-up,
your first idea,
your pretty face,
and your other half.
I can be your waste,
your perfect daydream,
your curvy girl,
and your lasting hope.
I can be yours.

Heartache

Worth more than the credit you gave me,
You are a jackass who deserves little more
than what you decide to dish out.
I hate you more than you know.

The Way We Talk

Lips grazing the microphone,
Sing along for me baby,
A crowd full of pulsing pushing people,
Waiting to be undressed with every verse.
All eyes are on the stage,
Jumping to the beating chorus,
Microphone out to the crowd,
We sing your words back to you.

You Were A Seller But You Couldn't Even Do That Right

Stumbling misplaced footsteps,
You two are gasping for breath,
Murmurs between kisses,
Incoherent pleas for something more,
You do not know his name,
You can barely remember his face.

He is just another in a long line of losers,
You are the girl in your group of friends
that does a little more-
A technical virgin with bendable morals
Looking for your lost respect,
You are losing it more and more.

You seek your happiness in others,
A new hope shot down with every guy that left.

Old Hollywood Glamour

Satin skin and perfumed air,
The possibility in the moments is thick,
She applies that red lipstick
with the hope that it smears on someones collar.
Sliding into the stiletto pumps,
She steps into the lull of laughter,
Scanning the room hoping he sees her
hoping that she gets to see him.
A stagnant moment,
Where are those sparks?
Just for a time it is really to dark...
She cannot believe that he is with her.
Pushing past the pasted perfect people,
Breathing deep in the lungs of her too tight dress,
Stop that shaking lip and think nothing less
than forgetting about this night.
Oh this is heartbreak--
But she went back and smiled through the night,
Even though her eyes shined too bright
for people not to notice her pain.

The Age of Innocence

Ringlets twirling and lollipops slick with saliva,

Tinker toys and fairy dancers that flew

higher than we would have thought we could go.

Dresses with lace and tulip skirts blossoming full

with games of Ring Around the Rosie--

Oh how I wish I ended with a pocketful of posies.

Hold hands and look both ways as we cross streets,

off on field trips to explore new places and things.

Gap toothed smiles and guileless pretty faces

with fairytale dreams and grand imaginings,

Take me back for my memories are sweet.