Something to Think About

I need something to think about while the day passes, dull
Something for my mind to chew over, to keep it full.
Sometimes it’s philosophy or the great things that I do,
But the object my mind most often lands on is you.

To all my guys,
I think of you and only you all the time.
To all my guys
Who aren’t mine, your face is prime.
Everyone takes a turn wearing the mask of the main,
The emotions and words of each rendition the same,
The role is easy enough for the choice of actor
Not to matter too much.

I don’t really believe that I’m in love with you,
That we’re meant to be, will come eventually
Back together again and be the best of friends.
You’re on an even footing with the other loose ends.
A tapestry with dangling threads – that’s life.
All I want is to live out so many good nights.

I don’t really believe you’re the source of my suff’ring,
Just the formless unrest that always is gurgling
Needs a form to slip on and it’s often your face,
But with any other it feels just the same.

Whoever stayed entertained tasting only salt?
I want sugar and bitter, the whole palate.
Travel ’round the world, “tasting” every kind.
Be prepared and be warned that I won’t bind.
(But a benefit is being blind).
’Cause the world is big and life is short
And if love is over begin the sport.
This same happened to me many years ago
As a teenager with a much calmer flow
Of hormones – you know where I’m trying to go?
With my overripe fruit of ideals out the window.

07/28/11