UNTITLED PART FIVE
WHO'S DRIVING TONIGHT?
I've got this vehicle,
a traveling machine,
It runs on music--
it runs on dream.
I plug in the earphones,
turn down the light,
then I decide
who's driving tonight.
It might be Petty,
Yanni or Cohen--
it depends on where
I feel like going.
But where I end up
the music decides--
and I go along
for the ride.
And wherever it takes me,
it is better than real;
and it improves
the way that I feel.
And I don't come back
'til time for bed,
or until
the batteries go dead.
TRUTH IS MUTE
So often the traits
of which we boast,
we do not have
but want the most.
And the traits for which
words are forbidden,
these we have
but wish we didn't.
BAD CHEMISTRY
When the chemistry of our brain
makes an adverse change,
someone close to us
will receive the blame.
Of course, they didn't do it--
but we don't care.
We can't see what's in here--
we see only what's out there.
So it must be them!
"They did this to me!"
They suffer condemnation
for our brain chemistry.
So many lives are broken--
there are so many regrets--
because we blame others
when our chemistry gets upset.
JUSTICE IS BLIND
Why do all blind dates
have a tail to wag
or look as if they're collecting
candy in a bag?
Possibly the "friends"
who matched us to these creatures
have never really noticed
that we have some positive features.
Or maybe it is we,
whose mind this match does jar,
who are in need of reassessing
what we really are.
STARTING OVER
I suppose this is it;
I won't see you any more.
You walked away--
you closed the door.
It was fun while it lasted,
I still think you're fine.
But I can accept the reality--
you will never be mine.
I won't be waiting
by the telephone;
and I won't call--
I'll leave you alone.
I won't be writing,
so you won't be reading
, how much I miss you--
and how my heart is bleeding.
But if our paths should ever cross,
there is one thing you can do.
Please give back the money
that I spent on you.
So although it may be
I will never have you,
at least I'll have the money
to find someone new.
SELF-ESTEEM
What we think we are
is based on how we believe
that we compare and rate
to other people that we see.
But we only see
a censored, edited view
of the other people
we compare ourselves to.
And we always see ourselves
unedited and x-rated.
This is why self-esteem
is destined to be ill-fated.
SWEARING AND REPAIRING
The reason that profane words,
our vocabulary does mar,
is so that poor people
can fix their old cars.
For without these words--
the poor person has learned--
there are screws and bolts
that simply can't be turned.
But curse that broken down car!
Blaspheme a few of its parts--
and it will not be long
before that car will start.
FEELINGS
A poet runs on feelings,
be they good or bad,
morbid or cheerful,
happy or sad.
And without these feelings--
for better or worse,
there'd be no lines--
there'd be no verse.
So when feelings are gone,
and the poet lacks care,
place a tack
in the poet's chair--
and brace yourself,
for soon you shall hear
a poem about
a pain in the rear.
PAIN IN THE REAR
I reposed myself,
some time to pass,
when suddenly a felt
a pain in my ass!
It was a tack
placed in my chair;
If I find who did this
I'll get them, I swear!
Who was the pinhead prick
who feeling bestowed
by puncturing the posterior
of the poet in repose?
ATOMS AND MOLECULES
The goal of most atoms,
I learned in school,
is to bond together
to form molecules.
One way this is done
is the covalent bond--
atoms join together
to share electrons.
The covalent bond
is pure cooperation.
Sharing electrons
forms a strong relation.
Another kind of molecule
is formed when ions
with opposite charges
are drawn into a bond.
In the ionic bond
opposites attract.
One ion has
what the other lacks.
The attraction of opposites--
sharing and cooperation,
bond us into molecules
of human relations.
Our unions of love,
it seems so ironic,
can be covalent,
or can be ionic.
And if irony persists,
an analogy we can make
is that the covalent bond
is harder to break.
A MEADOW FOR FLYING A KITE
Marriage is for many
like trying to fly a kite;
on the first try
some will get it right.
But others run into the wind
and it nosedives to the ground.
If not destroyed completely
they my try another round.
And with the right adjustments,
and by running very fast,
they may achieve a flight
of grace and beauty that lasts.
But others attain a flight
wrought with misery,
as their airborne kite
becomes entangled in a tree--
Imprisoned by the branches,
it remains forevermore;
never to crash--
and never to soar.
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