on demand

objects in the mirror are closer than they appear
dreams bounce on puddles
like soundwaves ripple ears
we huddle in bunches to stay warm
holding close what's known
repressing hunches to leave home
only to return in due time
yet came back to faded signs
and pictures with frayed edges
we hedged bets; averse to happiness itself
never knowing what the future holds
yet melting down hearts like roach clips in the dark
we spark it up for those soulmates seemingly still on the ark
waiting for us to disembark
and hold hands
but the cold hands and feet and days only repel
never quite able to tell the season
or the reason for our being
except that forever is infinite
which is definitely a long while
so the smiles may not hold as much joy
the cheek bones too much to bear for the man-boys
who tried to do what was right
and still got bagged like thieves in the night
so the ski masks came out
ill ice grills framed their mouths
and angst filled the air like sauerkraut
and broken glass
the shards of which we use to claim our place
in the sand
the first of the last
the last of the firsts
chivalry on demand

Moonwalkers

Butterflies gave me hope on rainy days
yet, I'm asking them to change their ways though
Told them to stop making my heart
flutter
Pent-up passion caused me to start stutter-ing
and twisting
my words
And I'm no fan of being tongue-tied

Ao, although no big puns are intended,
this average Joe did say he didn't want to be a player
no mo
Made those former cocoons beat it because
there is no black or white
only invincible gray matter
when nothing else matters otherwise

We struggle to hang on to high hopes
Hanging them on half-charged power lines
unaware of the electricity
casually zapped from our core
Do you remember the times when sweaty palms
meant your SkyTel was blowing up?

Now we make love via text messages

Midnight thrillers on the big-screen of
ritualized romance
dancing below windows and off walls
This pretty young thing found an equal match to rock with
You see, his story was equal parts depth and ambiguity
a dangerous combination of risks, rewards, and reggrets
helped to shape his past, present, and future
but sweat is the stream of life connecting their dots
until that one night in Japan when the blood on the dance floor had them screaming and channeling life's force through their vocal chords

i guess we're all men and women staring blankly in mirrors
still trying to see our true selves through the steam