I get that you ain’t “him”
If you were
You woulda already been
Still I’m drawn
Still I’m in

Dear sir
Yippie!!!  
We write to inform
You are a member of
The most exclusive club
Membership of a few
Only you
Can be
In this imaginary
Club with me
Myself, and I
We three and you
In this club of almost two
Until, the day
Yourself shows up
I hope he’s on his way

I have gotten myself
Into the delusion
Where apathy
Is indeterminate
Matters of the heart
Can make someone crazy
When a no
Perceived as maybe

If I were to go away
Would you wish I’d stayed?
It doesn’t matter, anyway
I’d come back, anyday

You are most beautiful at rest
Your face muscles saying “duh.”
No thinking involved
Instinctual
Behind those gorgeous eyes
There’s a soul
Dented and ***** and grown cold
Feeling old
ALWAYS on patrol
Unaware of a spare
Who made it her goal
Invitation to unknown

Maybe it’s nothing
Always has been
But whatever it is
I’d do it again

I’m not the nothing
But I ain’t the something
Either
What is that?
Not nothing and not something
Maybe that’s really everybody
All us nomethings
Wandering around
Aimlessly