time to call

when it’s almost last call
and the lady you want
hasn’t called
it is time to call
it a night
if it’s midnight
then it’s time
I believe
to call for another round
and call her again


i hear you, my dear

the loneliness, even in a crowd
is written long-hand on your cheeks
like a tearful love song

“Take me away” say your lips
“Lay with me in paradise” say your eyes
“Come with me – fast – let’s not look back” say your fingers
as they nervously are worn down
by the erosion of your restless mouth
“How long will you wait,” ask your arms, hips, and toes
“before you kidnap me?”

the music has turned sober
and all of our minds have a chance to think clearly
she is going home with him
we are both tired of silent conversation
and I need to start walking