She's such a smooth talker
She could talk the rust right off of a nail
Given a chance at a Saturday dance
She could talk the slow out of a snail

I saw her wake up one morning
And talk the sun into sharing its shine
Then she went into the garden
And talked the melon right out of its rind

We went down to the ocean
Where she talked the blue out of the sea
That's the day I remember
She talked the love straight into me

My girl, she could talk a flower
Into giving its fragrance away
She could also talk the words out
Of a mute man with nothing to say

I took her to the park
She talked the kanga right out of the roo
That's the day she talked me
Into saying I love you

I've even seen my baby
Talk an ant out of its picnic lunch
One day on the side of the highway
A hitchhiker gave her his thumb

Whenever she plays storm chaser
This girl talks the wind out of its breeze
But she's not the only smooth talker
I talked her into marrying me

You are a compass, and eventually every direction you lead me in takes me back to you. I think I am the north pole. I think I'm confused, or just confusing you; I think we're two of a kind.

I once watched your magnetic heart swell when I touched you: I realized I was hurting you as I loved you all too tenderly; I never thought of that as a possibility.

You quickly made yourself a home in my cerebellum; I can't even sleep anymore. You're always there, tapping, tapping, tapping, sneaking your way through me, pulling strings that don't belong to you. I can't talk about you: you always interfere. My tongue tumbles ineloquently over your name; I've lost control. You are, again, tapping, rapping on my motor controls. Get out of my head, or come back home to my heart.

I am bitter, and I am turning, and I am not sure whose fault it is. In the end I'm sure it's mine, but it's much easier to blame you, and I do. I blame you. Why did I have to love you; why did I have to leave you? What made this all happen, was it the stars, or the moon forcing a change in the tides? Was it some other cliché, or was it just my idiotic decision?

I have lost you again.

one single you of mine
ahead away far long offshore your eyes
to me appear, a cabaret of stars
my child
the infant space to fill
the hole and i
complete my seed
her tree
to life, bring one
single you of
mine.

I will become an impassive wall
And I won't care to answer when called

You'll see me again someday,
But that's not a promise I'm willing to make

I'm going to be gone for a while now, okay?
Oh, don't look like that! I'm just going M.I.A.
I'll only be gone until everyone forgets my name,
And when I come back, I hope things won't be the same

High school is full of idiots who play frivolous games,
Who don't understand a word that I say
It may sound pretentious, but I'm better than they are in many ways
And my sharp mind will still be here after theirs has long since frayed.

I wrote you out word by word
hoping for half as much.
I saw in you what I wanted
paid in full.
Signing up for credit to afford you
going door to door for
bottles and change.
Digging deep to deserve you.
There was a moment
I thought I saw the same old thing
wrapped in your pretty package.
Then I looked out of myself
and saw inside you
and my words became
crayon scribbles
on the closet wall.
Your words poured into me
out of me, tears
lasting not a stitch
on my cheek
caught by your tongue
as our breath became one.