The Next Thing On My Mind

So you want me to own up
to what you know that I feel
admit to your interpretation
and prove me wrong

Well I guess you have a point
and who am I to argue
I only know what I thought
and you know what I should be thinking

True Past

The true past is that place in our hearts
that we wish we could hide from ourselves
the shadow of the times we fooled ourselves
into believing we were part of something special
rather than the fools that we were
how do we apologize to the lives we usurped
for the other's time that we wasted
perhaps we cannot die from regret
but where it lingers life is hollow

Long Division

I stand between the dark and the black
and you think that I am
a fixture for your pleasure
a tonic for your conscience

The next time the bell is rung
watch who stands in contemplation
all the ones who come running
have figured themselves into your equation

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You see one thing
and reveal more
and let no one tell you
a photograph is a static moment
the image is not developed
it is always developing
as fluid as the eye that beholds it
as alive as the mind that contemplates it

The blond on the boardwalk
just winked at me

Jigsaw

When the question is answered
reflection takes the place of wonder
verisimilitude is flipped into the burn pile
The curious among us

do not dwell upon
the satisfaction of knowing another piece
has fitted into the puzzle
we hasten to reach back into the box

Condensation

I feel my attitude condensing
my thoughts becoming riverine
content to ripple
but not afraid to flood

The vapor that once defined me
is now sweat without a channel
It recognizes impediments
but does not accept them

Often by listening to the force of a current
are we able to understand its meaning
there is nothing not worth hearing
a waterfall speaks as succinctly as a fool

Remember

Admonished to bear in mind
the heart wreck that will not heal
what does she want me not to forget