The midnight train’s
lonesome call
awakened me.
Startled,
I looked to see
a bright light
bearing down on me.
I panicked
until I realized
it was again
the damn
full
moon
racing
down
the
window
slats
tracks
to once more
crush
my heart
with missing you
memories.
Oh codeine! Thou who/
hast placed me in Xanadu
with Coleridge’s high*.
Or
*Muse.
“Counting happiness/
not calories” is a great/
motto for my life.
OR
I’ll “Count Happiness,/
not Calories.” It’s a great/
motto for our lives.
“Count Happiness, not Calories!” was originally stated by Stephanie, my server at the Orem, Utah Carrabba’s Italian Grill restaurant, when we commented on the chocolate cake and how many calories it had.
Although it feels strange/
to not talk to you today,/
as you say: “Good night.”
The way the evening’s/
clouds overlapped each other/
made me dream of us.
When you feel so sick/
you could die, your creative/
talents seem to leave.
The cheese I’ll eat all by myself./
The gift books will go back on some shelf./
The zodiac pin/
I’ll try to sell again,/
since your mode’s gone back on stealth.
How can my email/
be what you needed to hear?/
I wrote nothing deep.
I patiently wait/
for her to let me do what/
she will want me to.
When you wander the/
desert and find water, it’s/
good…if you’re alive.
OR
Wandering in the/
desert lets you love water …/
if you’re still alive.
Or
… if you have survived.