I Told You

Come on now, just let me in

Do all these writings have to have some deep meaning

Like a Woody Allen film?

I see lots of movies

Him and Frank O'Hara are two of my idols

How much time was wasted?

Who am I without these movies?

What could I have been?

Poetry is so self-obssesed

But what else am I going to write about?

I can't write about your life, or make insights

Into your motivations and actions

But I told you to be better

I told you to be kind

I saw how you were dressed

Now who the hell am I?

Did you ever see something in me?

Or was I just another high?

Were you trying to seem older?

By treating me so fine?

I'm sorry that I don't know what to apologize for

Where did we go? Were we ever there?

Why do all my poems come back to this? To you?

So many drafts discarded, so many wasted nights

Writing things completely different, but all the ending rhymes

Just come back to this, to you and the sea

To another lonely night and a wasted opportunity

Moondust Memories

When things don't seem to go just right

And we pause and look up into the night

We see the moon and it seems that it doesn't care at all but

We're stuck with it for as long as we're with it

And it's not pretty but we might as well be proud of it

And I don't know where we went wrong

Our sense of wonder isn't as strong as some

People might want it to be

One night I decided to stop time

When my girl knelt down and began to cry

She said it's my life, not your life and I can end it when I want!

What did I do to come to this situation?

And the moon responded that I was on probation

For making people's lives miserable

Hurting everyone I know and my girl

I said wow you can talk what does that mean

Should I evaluate my life and all those silly things?

And then the moon said I don't know anything,

I'm just a rock in the sky so you should still bring

Your feelings along as we talk along

Time really flies your having fun doesn't it?

I asked the moon if I should go off to save the world

To make up for the hurt I've hurled

At anyone who listened and got lost in transmission?

The moon said get on with your life

Stop stopping time you're only prolonging your place in the moonlight

My head is heavy but my gaze was steady

The moon wasn't going to win that easily

I said you're not my psychologist, for all I know you don't really exist

You're just rock, you're not smart, you can't start to be part

Of the world because you only show up in the dark

The moon retorted that he's really important

And he shows up at night because the world needs sorting

If the world was pitch black every night there'd be fights

And the sights would burn out all the whites of your eyes

The moon said he was mirror, but what does that mean?

He said I could see everybody who wanted to be

On the moon and looked up at it when they couldn't sleep

At the exact same moment the moon was looking at me

And even though we would would never be looking

At each other's faces we could still cooking

The exact same meal at the exact same time

And could see each other without looking in the other's eyes