Mostly things I regret
The world is full of awkward mysteries
But none so complete
As the look in an older woman’s eyes
After having one, two, three
Four or more too many to drink
Twenty minutes before closing
At a cougar bar
And the look in her eyes
Tells me ask me no questions
And I will tell you no lies
And there is no small amount
Of mystery in her
But the
Clocks are ticking
And the
Drunks are drinking
With barmen and maidens cleaning
And we are nearing
Closing time
So without so much as a single word
With hints and squints
With the biting of our own lips
In non verbal cues
With only the most obvious of clues
Without so much as a single word
Speaking not in tongues
But in the silence of smiles
With our eyes
We decide
To leave mystery
To
Scooby doo
And
Angela Lansbury
Mystery
Only complicates things
She asks
So what you do
I figure we don’t have much time
And even less to lose
So why not be honest
I respond
Mostly things I regret
And she starts laughing
And I am doing my best
To keep her smiling
Keep her focus
Keep her standing near
Hold the rest of the world at bay
Tending to their own business
Their own drinking
Their own cleaning
Their own ticking
Their own hearts beating
Trying hold off closing time
Like trying to fight back the sunrise
Like trying to fight the age
That smears and lilts in her eyes
But in the meantime
She’s tells me
She’s a make up artist
I tell her anyplace anytime
She could work her magic
I could be her canvas
Paint me into something
Maybe a captain
Except my commercials
Would be more honest, more realistic
Captain uncalled for behavior
Captain misplaced anger
Captain what you think
You’re better than me
Captain nobody’s perfect
But then again what do you expect
At one thirty seven am
Captain mission accomplished
I kept her laughing
But she asks again
So what do you do?
I say in my defense
I hate that job
I hate it because
It steals my time
From that which I love
I hate it because it robs
Whatever time is called
Between youth and middle age
Destroying all in its path
Like what lays in wake
Of a some God forsaken
Brutal military campaign
I hate it because it kills all hope
I hate it because it makes me
Feel so
God
Damn
Old
She says you’re baby yet
I say in my defense
I have passion
I have poetry in me
She says really
Recite me a poem
Tell me a story
Imagine me into something
Other than what I am
Without a third mortgage
Not once remarried
Not twice divorced
Write me recite me
Into
Something not so old
Not so blue
Not so used
Write me
Recite me
Into something new
A blushing bride
With eyes full of life
And body full of youth
I say
In these lights
And in my eyes
You are a teenage beauty queen
Your whole life ahead of you
And you can paint me
Into whatever you need
Tall and lean
Younger still than I am now
But they are closing shop
So if you what to continue this talk
I suggest we head over to the parking lot
And I have no expectations
We’ll just see what happens next
Because the world if full
Of awkward mysteries
And wild things…
I most often regret
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