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*I Could Hold the Best Conversation*

I Could Hold the Best Conversation!
Record Milestones
Like the Couples Do…
I don’t need to ever Get Off —
As long as I can tend to you.
I’ll listen like no one has —
Before you know — Three hours pass…
Your voice really revs me up…
That’s why I’m far from being out of gas.
Gabby Blondes, a Rambling Lush —
Ellen Degeneres, Craig Ferguson…
Had I not been so out of practice —
I could’ve held my own with anyone.
I Can Hand Hold the Best Conversation!
I Know I Can, I Know I Can!
I did when I was Growing Up,
So I know this mouth can Yak Again.
Do not be fooled by my reticence,
I’d be glad to offer my two cents…
Once I’m rid of these distractions —
This void will fill interactions!

Lunchroom Conversations,
Picnics with familiar relations,
Pick the occasion or the setting:
My attention Spans
Parks to Serengeti.

I’d Rule the Art of Conversation,
Clyde’s not in, it’s “Your Royal Highness…”
This Call I Cannot Answer,
because My Life Rings of Awkward Silence.

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*Closure*

A friend of mine once told me that
There is no such thing as closure.
When they’re done, they’re done,
That’s It,
It’s Over.
It’d sure be nice if it was more like the Soap Operas.
I don’t mean the yelling and the drama and the throwing stuff…
It’d be nice to know that you’d see that face again, and that whatever is meant to be —
Will Be,
And whatever happens — there will be closure.
It’d be nice to saunter aimlessly about town and end up on a pier at the same time the woman on your mind is just standing there, looking out into the water…all by herself…
With Absolutely No One Else Around.
That’d sure be nice.
To have that kind of timing, and for it to be out of our hands.
Only in real life this never happens, instead the weeks go by as we await a phone call from the one who has to deep down recognize the error of their ways…or at least have the courtesy to discuss their
conclusion.
But the phone never rings.
I’d like to just take a walk through the park in an empty town designed only to unscramble empty pieces and puzzling endings and find the same woman a week or so later. Once again. All by herself.
And not even be like,
“Oh my God. You again!? What are the odds!?”
But just simply state,
“Hi. How are you?”
All…Matter-of-Fact Like.
Then we’d pick up where we left off at the pier.
And if it must keep happening at the park, or the same pier over and over again, or best yet — an empty bar, that’s my favorite…then so be it. It will continue to happen because in this world, our guardian angels refuse to let us go out like that. They will see to it that we get that closure we so richly deserve.
And after everything is finally out and settled…suddenly, that park, the pier, and the only local bar in town suddenly become even emptier…or much more crowded.
And the face is gone as it should be.
Like a relationship purgatory that didn’t know where to go, but is now finally wherever it belongs, and out of your life.
It may be awkward at times, but it’d sure be nice to have a little closure. To find out what went wrong without always being the one to pick up the phone.
Or better yet, to say an amicable goodbye and sincerely reflect on memories one last time.
Yeah, that would be nice.
Almost as if thinking about the other person wills it into happening.
If it were like that down here, then
I would’ve seen her Every Single Day…
Until there was closure.

I don’t think I’d be the only one.
Those parks would be as packed as Wrigley, those piers as crowded as Navy, and those bars would have
*Capacity Met*
Yes, yes, yes, it’d be Nice to have just a little closure.
But that’s why it’s a Soap Opera.
Because here in this lonesome town:

The Phone Never Rings.

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*Blank Stare*

Her eyes rise.
She gives a seductive glare.
But until she knows what she’s eying —
This is just a blank stare.

The physical scope is far too limited,
Her lens can’t expose what really matters.

I know what she doesn’t know about herself —
Which is that she knows nothing at all.

Her eyes are dancing and her lips are curling —
Very inviting, not very exciting.
Because I know until she gets to know me,
Our slate is clear and will likely remain unwritten.
I’m an outsider, different, perhaps even unusual,
I’m willing to bet this type isn’t her usual.

I wish I could say I don’t judge by covers,
but she seems fairly easy to read.
I’m nearly certain I know what she goes for,
and I have the good sense to know it ain’t me.

So her smiling and staring is empty —
Since it means Absolutely Nothing.
If I am wrong, by all means
sit with me:

And let’s get to work —
Filling in these blanks.

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*The Staredown*

I’m not used to being looked at that way.
Rather, I’m not used to having someone around to look at me that way.
No, no, it’s just that look.
There was a certain admiration, lust,
Power
In her stare…that proved just too much.
Now I can stare down Bloods & Crips,
Starving Nymphs,
Navajos, Ball Pros, and Hos…
but it is honey and sweet things
that bring the Strongest Men to their knees.
When she wins this staredown, she may assume it’s because I’m weak —
When she really is just oblivious to her own strength.

She engages me with that look.
That tender, longing look.
I step up to the plate —
Ready for whatever she throws at me…
Then my eyes go like the electricity:
Down and Out.
And our hopes go like a
Bambino slug:
Up
Up
&
Away.

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*A Salesman’s Omission*

“Go out and Live!”
Exclaims the world!
They sell the notion of
Living Every Day
Like it’s the last
and to not let a single minute
Be lost.
With a drowsy eye
and a wavering head —
I sit up in my bed,
and skeptically ask:

“How much does that cost?”

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*Unsung*

It’s sad how narrow a voice can travel,
Even with the Range of a Soprano —
Just because so many doors are closed.

There’s only room for so many Divas…
You can belt your heart out and shatter glasses
but you cannot crack Ear-Muffs…
You’re a superstar blending with the rest of the masses,
It seems that’s just tough luck.

There’s a voice as pure as Norah’s,
With a pitch that cannot be made clearer…
Yes, Somewhere — there is Someone Singing:
And No One is around to hear her.

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*Travel Arrangements*

Like a drifter I travel light,
My feet move quick that’s a
Natural Habit—
That could help explain—
The reason why I don’t like baggage.

I’d gladly take your load off,
But I can’t accept his load…
I can’t clean up your past issues,
I’m afraid I have my own.
I turned some away at the gate,
Because their luggage weighed too heavy…
I chose to fly solo,
With a weight only I could carry.
I’d be willing to make arrangements,
I could deal with another man’s semen…
I’ll take in your baggage,
If you’ll accept my demons.

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