e.g.

whatever happened to the follow-through?
did it just get lost in the undertow?
did it lose itself some years ago?
did it pack itself into bags & leave?
will it take me with next time?

whatever happened to jumping in?
the fishing lines, the will to swim?
i will try to recount the words
when the puffing's passed & the spinning twins
are last year's wings undone.

new places but my places,
(just not-as-old places)
different faces but my faces
(just haven't been placed yet)
this may sting a little.

baby, i could cry.
baby, i can't.
baby, why?
is it because?
no, i didn't think so.

there'll be little more to say then,
biting my lip for "i told me so!"
ha ha ha!
i'm happy for
you.

Right-Side Up

Sometimes I know you're watching me ignore you,
Sometimes I purposely adore you, and
Sometimes you get this look in your eye
Like you want to hold something upside down
And spin it round and round really fast.

And the terrifying
And all too appealing part about it is
That there isn't anything
anyone
can do about it
Or anything
anyone
can say about it
to make you
change your mind;
Your techno-rave-crazed mind.

Dough is enough for me
To shape and mold for free
(Or almost free)
So I don't need you
To grant me permission
To shape and mold you
For a price I can't pay
Or a day I can't survive.

But I'll still spend my time
Looking through collages-
The tangled webs and tapestries-
Of your life
(If you want me to)
Or your love
(If you need me to)
I just might not survive
If you spin me round and round
really fast
upside down.
So please,
Only right-side up.