I watched this guy staring at a woman’s big boobs the other day. No shame, just a pure stare.

Life draws us in towards some things. Like a magnet that brings you closer and closer to the North Pole.

We all experience gravity, take it for granted, and even complain about it when we jump from too high.

Some people do the same thing to me.

Like a magnet, suck me in and make me get a better look.

So disinterested in anything else, I’m curious why you do things, or what makes you feel.

I cannot bear the pain in your eyes.

It hurts me worse than it hurts you.

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Faces in the Forest

One time I was hiking along in the trees.

I looked up through my binoculars and thought I could see a bear. It almost looked like it was moving but it wasn’t.

I couldn’t help but get closer and closer until I could define it.

Some people draw me in. Your funny mannerisms and the way you try to fit in.

I hate the pull of this one person’s longing love. The eyes that sparkle and refuse an explanation.

Or those men with hard faces. Like an old stump in the forest. What on earth made you so strong?

Your wife died? Son committed suicide? I wonder if you’ll ever shed a tear.

Or the girl that isn’t too much, but she only almost opens up. She talks, but her crazy mind doesn’t reveal enough. Add some tension and your subtle glance. That crazy mind, it doesn’t make sense.

I’m curious like a whale exploring the Mariana Trench.

I’d hate to admit my bigger mistake. I love your mind and it’s about all I can do to not get all the way to the bottom of your heart.

These conscious beings, few strong-willed men.

Pretty girls, and I want a deeper understanding of why they make decisions the way they do.

I cannot understand what I cannot see. I’m getting sucked in like you were my eternity.

Almost Drowning

One time I bought some honey from a small gas station. A month later, the guy that sold it to me said I couldn’t buy any more.

That’s okay, I had enough. The honey was now a part of me.

Bees I can get enough of. It’s different with you.

The Wyoming sun gave me the best day, I sat and watched a tiny stream in August. Water don’t do anything but flow down.

But when I sailed on past you I almost drowned.

You’re way too much, the love I felt. I tried to understand the old man’s forcing handshakes.

And the girl I thought would row with me? I drowned from her love, and neither of us could see.

Floating on, the stars I need. Clouds always refuse to complete my clarity needs.

I cannot love what I cannot grasp. I just wanted a hug but you gave me a kiss.

Falling Stars

Metal on metal made horrible sounds.

I loved it. It’s the kind of deep fucking connecting I need sometimes. But it never lasts.

Fire burns out. I love falling stars. They give me a glimpse of how love feels to me.

God and Roses

O Father you loved me and that’s what I knew

Told about God and he slipped from my view

I cannot hear flowers nor see the perfume

That kind of love and I feel so doomed

Jesus that claimed he was coming soon

But my melody wasn’t singing his tune

Hometown in flames so try, try again

These kind of roses I cannot sustain

My grandpa is watching from underground

Never did dead people bring me a crown

Spoils of my love are strewn all around

My feelings lost connection even with sound.

Concrete Echoes

Planted a flower in the middle of a lake.

It grew into a frog that a dinosaur ate

I planted my garden in healthy soil

Prayers cannot pause early winter snow

My poems stopped rhyming when you walked away

Slow echoing concrete in downtown LA

Couldn’t see when you are near

I’d be fashionable if you were here

I thought you and me were going along

Noises my heartbeat can only hear wrong

Falling star burns so bright

Glad I felt good on that one crazy night

Groundhogs and Roses

Groundhog I shot and made some fur

My rosebush roots now all a blur

Flowers are gone from your memory

The longing I need when you go away

Biker friends done me wrong

My sweetheart is gone

Just what I needed to write your memory a song.

My point is this: People are gravitational forces. And curiosity about them can pull you deeper than you meant to go.

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