"model" - 5/29/11

why am I always drawn to the lie
that only champions truth in my mind's eye

it's some kind of death-wish my heart must have
to keep returning, undeterred, fate-spurned

to the site where overturned stones
groan silently, crying frozen slabs of regret

these years of lovers I never truly had
too far, inconstant or worse, dispassionate

to focus on targeting cupid's bullseye still I admire
that part of my idiocy that refuses to accept reality

the way a painter admires a beautiful model

for defying the mundane with a bosom-heaving sigh

"the concert" - 5/15/11

been thinking of you way too much for one kiss
in a subway station I didn't even see coming

assuming the reason you wanted to see me
was 'cause you needed a confidante someone kind to

lean on a little broken-hearted as you professed to be
your longest romance having ended so recently what I never

expected was to find you so disarming, clever and comforting
at the same time a familiar face unwittingly

beautiful, transparent and graceful a listening ear
so captive my laugh's heartbeat longed, before long, to

mingle with yours even though you're punk-rock
and I'm pure pop now I'm daydreaming foolishly how crazy

in a good way we could be if I'm more than imagining this
serendipity which honestly, I may not be but if that's the case

grateful nonetheless I'll have been to have held
you accordionesque in my arms even once, serpent-charming

sounds of potential from your witty, whispering lips