Ode

 I will reserve a dream for you,

When my awareness un-winds

And I enter sphere sleep.

 

I will save a thought for you,

Every time I enter a boozer

And recall your lectures.

 

The heart is a muscle

That can easily be bruised,

Its self-centered ego

Can be kicked out of tune.

 

So,

With words as precarious

As a three legged chair,

I’ll try to woo you…

With flowers,

Stolen from a cemetery

Half dead, wilted and crumbled

I’ll attempt to seduce you…

 

Oh babe,

The stars aren’t so bright

When you’re not around…

Oh honey,

The world is a lost golf ball

When I’m not in your plans.

 

My confidence factor

Has been punctured by your whims

It needs some Vitamin C

To strengthen its limbs.

 

But oh no!

You’re up to your old tricks again

Taking my broken heart

And obliterating it again.

 

If I failed on my words

Would you fade from my world?

If I make a berk of myself

Would you run for the hills?

 

Therefore,

If you feel threatened or uncertain,

I just wanna say,

I’m not a thief

I will never steal your position,

I’m not a kleptomaniac

On the prowl for a new victim.