The music was loud
And so was she
Even though no words
Could be spoken

He saw her dancing
From across the room
However her body
Hadn't made a move

They knew it there
Through all in the air
This was all
This was real

Together they stayed
Forever in that moment
Forever they were
Forever in love

Go ahead, girl
Go on home
Let down the curl
No time to roam

The dress hits the floor
You may be alone
Dance and sing some more
The sound of a trombone

Here lies your cat
There lies your phone
Swallow the wine in the glass
Have fun even when alone

Butterflies
Don’t float around
Saying “Look at me!”
Or hope to be found.
They don’t ask for attention
Or to be admired
They won’t seek recognition
Or beg for your desire.

Their patterns stand out
Their colors shine bright
And without even trying
Their wings catch our eyes.
But it doesn’t matter
If we’re here or gone
Or if their beauty is noticed,
They’ll fly on.

I won’t ask
Won’t beg, won’t seek
Anyone to
Admire me.
My colors will shine
Even if they’re not awed
So despite recognition
I’ll fly on.

TABLE D'HôTE

Appetizer
Wrong Tons With Me Soup
cooked worry
seared in a teary onion broth

Hors D'oeuvres
Slow Roasted Fear
fresh over-analyzing
crushed with loneliness

Main Course
Stress Salad
tossed with insomnia
marinated in a vertigo dressing

General Trouble Chicken
battered uncertainty
gloomed to perfection
sitting on steamed danger
stir fried in an overwhelm sour sauce

Dessert
Choked Volcanic Eruption
mountain of OCD
topped with whipped depression
glazed with self-loathing

Expresso
prepared with frothy guilt

(C) Jl 2016

Most nights
I'm at war
With my own thoughts