—NO ONE WANTS TO BE LONELY, NO ONE WANTS TO SING THE BLUES

 

 

Teenage Intermezzo / Sliding Doors

 

In the dream

I’m marking X’s 

looking for a patch 

to score my soul 

the wind singing 

something Hispanic

the lake a taunt 

a lonely flirt 

one last regret

Each rock asks 

Who can possibly 

be this sad?

Yet there’s no one

over my shoulder 

that car never stops 

and life goes on

killing me in time

as it should have 

all along