"Did you like it?"
I had asked.
And I sat, and
Waited for the words to
Start dripping off her lips.
I could see it in her eyes, the
Feeling of reading something
You don't quite understand,
But still barrels through your chest
Into your heart.
"It was nice" she would say,
The words sputtering out like
A broken faucet
Word by word
I could see them climb from
That place deep down
Where words can't describe
How you feel.
And I wanted to be there,
Inside of her.
I wanted to find that place and
Make the right words dribble out.
I think that's why,
She stays the night,
I think that's why I let her

As I rest atop the high chair
Leaned up against the bar,
I see a woman.
Not just any woman but
One that is so damn beautiful that
It’s a damn shame she isn’t famous yet.
And I sit, and I stare, and I sip from
The glass that is atop the bar in front of me,
Sitting in its own pool of sweat.
And she stares back, quickly at first,
But at me none the less.
And I catch a quick glance, again
And as her green eyes lock into mine
And time freezes, just for a second,
I decide to look away.

And she does too.
And we go about our night,
Both uncertain on how the other feels,
Both too scared for introductions.
But the tension remains,
The want to feel somebody else
The desire to connect your soul with one another.
And it lasts until the bar closes,
When we each go our separate ways
Alone.

So we lay our heads on our pillow that night,
And think to each other-
“Fuck,
Why didn’t I say something”-
And ten years from now she will be married,
And I will be here, staring
At the girl across the bar staring at me
Wondering what it would be like
To be close again

You hold them in your arms
And for once you forget
What it feels like
To feel anger or
Hate or
Sadness.
You hold them in your arms sometimes
Late at night in
The darkness, in
The comfort of cold sheets
And you forget that
Sadness even exists.
You hold them in your arms sometimes
Until they don't want to be
Held anymore.
And you go home and you
Lay down with the lights
Off
And you think back to what
It feels like to hold them
In your arms.
But the sheets remember
And the soul remembers,
So you lay down and
Let your soul and the sheets
Remind you.
And you dream, yes
You dream deeply
About the past
And in those dreams
You hold them in your arms
And for a few minutes
You forget what it feels like
To be alone

Did you find what
Makes you happy out
There in the world?
Did it hit you
In the soul like
You thought it would?
Or maybe just,
Maybe you didn't
Find it at all.
Maybe it was here
All along
And you had it inside
Like a seed, just waiting
To bloom, in time.
Did you find what
Makes you happy, yet?

She liked art-
But it
Wasn't the kind of art
That you look at
And realize
The meaning right away.
It was more the kind with
Squiggly lines, and
Splashes of paint.
The kind that hides it's
Meaning inside of each
Persons soul who
Happens to be lost staring
At it.

He loved women-
But never understood
The twisting, turning
Emotion that poured out
Of each one.
He didnt understand art
Either.
He didn't understand the
Lack of patterns
Or the
Absence of meaning.
He saw chaos.

They both stared
And pondered
At the work before them.
The meaning different
In each one's soul.
One saw hope yet
One saw disorder.
And as they turned
And looked at one another
Into each other's eyes,
Where it is said that
One's soul makes itself clearer
than anywhere else,
A man saw a woman
And a woman saw art.

A man goes to a bar and
Upon ordering his drink will stare
Into it;
As if for some way, some how
The drink itself will give him answers
To this thing we call life.
As if the ice or the stones themselves can
Somehow align in such a way as to tell us
To leave this girl, or talk to this one
Or quit drinking…
 

Beer provides one with much insight on his or her life,

About what is wrong and what is right.

About her, or him.

Because beer is the elixir for a clearer way of thinking.

They say intoxicated words are sober thoughts,

I say those who claimed that may be right

Because as I sit here and think those beer induce thoughts,

I question why they never made themselves clearer before.

When you upset a girl, the world is worse off

Because a woman’s fury is like a tornado.

It wrecks and withers away at the lively wildlife

Until nothing remains.

Don’t make a woman mad,

Without expecting the world to change

For the worse.

The trees never look the same when they grow back.

Do you ever sit and wonder

Where it all went wrong.

Was it a specific time