I’ve got this Rolodex emotion
Whose contacts intertwine
Like a bramble of commotion
When I’ve dropped another line
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I’ve got this Rolodex emotion
Whose contacts intertwine
Like a bramble of commotion
When I’ve dropped another line
Feeding squirrels
I’m reminded
How clever nature is
And how clever
I am not.
His thoughts were tailored by
The absence of himself
Her words sincere but from
The mind of someone else
Each clicked like a chess clock in the park
Played by strangers in the nude
It’s a simple game we complicate
When we react before we move
Her thoughts were tangled by
The silence in the room
His words unclear because
They sounded from a tomb
Each fit like a shadow in the dark
Exchanging others clothes
It’s a simple game we complicate
What we wanted with the truth—
I’m not a gambling man but I’ve played a hand or two
I’m not a fable or myth but I’ve read what sounded good
A tired man sits idle in the park asking questions with his eyes
I’m not that man in the park but what separates the two?—
It’s a simple game we complicate
When we react before we move
It’s a simple game we complicate
What we wanted with the truth
The lengths we’ll go to prove a point
are nothing compared
to the lengths we’ll go to save a life.
There’s something cynical in your smile
as if I rubbed off some and forgot to say,
that I’m not that kind of cynic.
And I feel no joy from any of this.
For those of you
incapable of happiness,
hang in there.
As without us
the world would be
an even sadder place.
My confidence comes and goes
like passing showers in Southern California.
The doctor lost his patience
One too many times
They would wander like school children
Through the cornfield of his mind
In their single filed silence
Was no ordinary line
Because the doctor and his patients
Walked for miles in simpler times
It’s not exactly the man
that makes for an interesting talk.
But the stories of the man.
And the mythos of the man,
which more often times than not,
are much wiser than the man—
Leaving out his failure
to remind him what he lost.
Oh, how the light
Always manages
To see through
The dark.