Was
feeling frisky so I bought a cat
Didn’t
work out because the cat had better things to do
Think
about working in the cubicle next to yours
Would
we flirt?
Maybe
if I cleaned up my act and stopped bottom feeding
Or
maybe just maybe I need to give myself more credit
Everything
changed when your awkward grin trespassed
These
words break through a white noise traffic jam
They
never mock us or make us feel alone
I’ve
had my life saved by more than a couple of strangers
Patron
saints come in all shapes and sizes especially when you’re at the end of the
road and the Korean barbecue is closed
I
yearn to hear her Sottish accent like I yearn to be tickled by a gorilla
Something
tells me I’d be as happy as a clam and as satisfied as a Cheshire grin
We
forget we’re survivors as we continue rearranging the deck chairs on the
Titanic
My
insecurities would like to take your insecurities out on a date and when we’re
done painting the town red with our tears and blood I promise no goodnight kiss
because you’re in a relationship and I’m just shit out of luck
Charles Cicirella
9/3/2018
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