Taxi Driver

What to say when a question is posed
Like a bull in a China shop…
The only answer lay dumbfound-ed on the tongue of an exiled wise-ass   
“So, uh what about you, dating yet or uh, anything…?”  
That is how the question game begins
Twisting in the wind via self-preservation, defensiveness… and
A touch of whatthefuck –
One way ticket directly to Hell
Do not pass go or collect two hundred dollars…
Just answer the question and hit the high road, get out of Dodge
A fast train to…no where 
The reply is not as quick witted as a sniper's shot
Answers flying solo on the wrong side of the road
While the stakes are higher still as Park Avenue never crosses Broadway
And the mortgage was lost on a free toss...Dooms Day 1929
Spin the wheel of fortune, on the down beat I can name that tune
Just the slightest hint and charades is no longer much of a challenge
Along with finding the misplaced Shroud of Turin
In a small apartment on the lower side of Tribeca
At a film festival that draws only an exclusive crowd
While a slight echo bounces around the inside of my head
For a writer I find myself at a complete loss for words....
So in my best De Niro I take aim and fire…

“…you talkin to me?” 

© 2015 TrilbyYates 

Un-reciprocated Possibilities

Words dripping from my lips
mid sentence lapse of judgment
makes no sense to let them fall
but I'm feeling empty headed
And I can't get beyond my own thoughts 
and on a better day I would know
it's not about you at all...
- this is just about me

... now I'm stumbling around
like one of the three blind mice,
and maybe I should be undercover
but I can't seem to get out of my own way 
and you could look right through me 
and not have a thing to say
 - and it would be alright

Maybe you did not feel the burn the way I did
or the earth move beneath your feet 
And it doesn't really matter
because I can only speculate about you 
and only speak honestly for me...

I'm still mesmerized by the glow - basking in the glory
of un-reciprocated possibilities
and everyone has their own version 
even though it sounds like the same story
- this is just about me

... now I'm stumbling around
like one of the three blind mice,
and maybe I should be undercover
but I can't seem to get out of my own way 
and you could look right through me 
and not have a thing to say
- and it would be alright


© 2014 TrilbyYates 

Inconsequential Meeting

Had a dream about you last night;
seems since we had our inconsequential meeting - 
inconsequential feels so removed 
and so cold 
and my head hurts when I think
and I'm starting to feel too old 
to be a player in the dating game 
... anyway

Confirmation washes over me
like the cold waters of a great sea
confirmation washes over me

When I saw you my childhood sense 
of insecurity was shaken;
sort of rattled my proverbial ego sustained cage,
and now I'm reading the same lines
over and over again
still on the same damn page - 
- expecting a different ending

Confirmation washes over me
like the cold waters of a great sea
confirmation washes over me 

I never know what to think
when thinking is all I have time to do
I never know what to think
when the heart beats one way 
and the other is slightly out of sync 
...just never know how to feel
since my inconsequential meeting with you
And now I don't know what to think
... anyway

I had a dream about you ...


© 2014 TrilbyYates