broken engine : poetry

20040808

: the perfect affair :

stop in for a beer
you're dancing
our eyes meet
and we play the game
across a sea of faces
a smile
a look away
a nod
a look away
casual and tentative
i'm content to watch
and smile
and appreciate
i leave you
the affair left unresolved
the perfect ending

you'll never know

but in my heart
i thank you for this fleeting interest
this fanciful entertainment
this mutual attraction
things are awakening again
and i realize how better off
i truly am

: ...and then i was a pillar of salt :

so tired of being involved with negativity
upwards
outwards
thinking of something else
whatever happens, happens for a reason
mistakes are lessons learned
by necessity
the mooring is slipped
and the scow has been scuttled
only to be missed
by the absence of it's blight