Richard All[arid].

You met a gypsy on the boardwalk.
By the beach with the waves and the pinkbluegreenpurpleorange sky.
She played the harp.
You said we had the same nose.
(It's the Native American blood)
Of course you stopped to talk, she was a Saggitarius.
With a Gaelic wit like mine, you said.
"You are everywhere."
Your tales make sleep a little less impossible.

Daisies Aren't Roses.

Make a smart ass remark about how I can't sit still.
Have I ever told you about that time that I-
Oh, I have?
What about the time that I-
Yeah, that's the one.
No matter how I sit I feel as though I'm slouching.
Maybe if I turn like so.
Inadequate.
I feel so inadequate here.
Spin the radio knobs to fill the silence with static.
It's a little less awkward now.
I like this song, but I won't say so.
Maybe you like girls with big personalities.
Maybe they scare you.
I'll just look out your window while you drive.

Crooked Spoons.

We're the crooked spoons in the drawer-
so dependable, yet so hard to hang on to.
The time-weathered friends you greet with awkward smiles
before uninspired conversations trail off to grappling.

The same way subtitles in a bad French movie
never seem to match up right.