Schedule
Silver armor and shield — just like before —
Turn back — retreat — into the gray of self.
Hide away — lock the door —
Head down — quick steps —
Get through the day —
Through the day —
Get through the day —
Through the day —
Hold breath — chin down —
Quick step — quick step —
Save it for home —
Hold on til’ home —
Only at home —
Hold on, head down, quick steps,
And never stop caring.
Postponed
I hated how I waited —
Sitting dolled up by the door,
Pacing across the floor —
Telling, telling myself — again —
That you’d be there —
Stopping to fix my hair —
Passing the window, stealing a glance —
Turning, and passing again —
Living phantom moments, muttering,
Muttering scripted lines, lines —
Of eloquence, elegance —
Sitting and waiting,
Waiting and sitting —
Looking at clock digits like
They tell the world —
Like they run the world —
Like this is the world —
Hating the waiting —
But waiting, waiting —
Sitting dolled up by the door,
Pacing across the floor —
Knowing the answer,
But too damn proud to admit it.
Checkmate
I don’t like Checkmates —
Or gunfights —
Or cutthroat games of cards —
Or I-told-you-sos.
What I do know
Is that —
I just want to hold you
And be held by you —
I want to clear the board —
Throw the cards in the air like rain —
Shoot nothing but eyes–
Write away the pain —
And dance on the marble squares
Instead of throwing
Punches.
I never liked games, sir.
But I always
Liked you.
Your move.