The Disaster On Aisle 8

Some people are better off
never to be seen again
a thought I never thought
until tonight at the grocery store
I saw you by the bottled juices
with your blushing bride
in her child like naiveté
pushing a cart of potato buds
your voice got softer, almost queer
like she tamed your wilderness
I once knew as your wicked smile
I can't help but wonder
how she erased the shadows
and smoothed out your wrinkles
I guess it's only fair
you found your redemption at last
and me and my continuous journey
still hoping and getting burned
by similar lies like you
why did you have to meet my eyes
as if you still had the power
to climb in and destroy all mine
you go on now-I am passing by
we'll never be mutual companions
not if I had my way

12-9-94

Ode To Mike

I loved you much deeper
than those curly, curly locks
tromping in our boots
around school through the halls
without destination
only passing time discusing
such important things
like what to eat
and where to sit
I lost you like everyone
it seems no matter how
hard I try they all leave
like the rest you would not explain
the old boy-meets-girl story
and other girls are just that-other girls
I never saw the difference
I just saw your gentle smile
and the kindest heart
you even asked me
if I would be your friend
an offer I intended to keep
but it was you that lied
and moved on without looking behind
I was still there waiting
until the bell rang
and school was out
I waited by the lunch line
I waited by the stadium
I sat down by the grass
hoping you'd come around
where we used to hide out
from the whole entire world
pretending it was our own
but just like Delilah she crept in
and shaved away your strength
what I wouldn't give to pull
those black coils again
or just know one smile
from your face was mine

12-94