Any Fool

Any fool, drunk, rascal,

Or otherwise has a real good weakness

At the heart of it.

A real Caring im sure.

All my eggs are in one basket

No question there-

But ive gotten real good  

At chasing around little wastes of time.

Distractions and bottles,

Cheap but a good way

Of tricking myself

Into thinking im closer to that one sweet girl 

Whos bends and shakes

Have been bending 

And shaking me 

Since the start.

'Oh well tell me what she looks like!'

Some other girl will ask-

maybe bored that im rattling on about some dream.

Anyone could see once im on a kick

There no reclaiming my mind.

'No point in sayin' 

I have to reply,

It's true and I'd hate 

To waste anyones time.

As if I wasn't already.

' Aw tell me! Just describe her, you can do that.'

Im ordered

'You're good at that'

But it isn't features-

Facts or perks.

I could try and sing praise for her voice

But my notes are to sour

And unorganized.

I could swamp the room with tears 

On her eyes-

'But it isn't her eyes that drive me crazy!'

Its all the things they could make me do,

Forget, remember,

And still that isn't the half of it.

Its painted for me bright and clear

When she leans forward

And the light were sharing 

Motions to rest on the top side

Of each feature I've coveted so dearly,

I know I'm weak and she could do anything.

But we want different things,

And I'm left to keep running around

Peaking into situations ill never see through,

Getting other peoples hopes up as high as mine,

And satisfying them the like.

It'd be a kind favor of me 

To stop the chain

And  to stop welcoming 

Strangers to suffer

in my specially crafted

den.

But as I said

Its a real good weakness,

I can tell because it's stronger

than my strengths.

'Mr Baker you've given me a page with no results, only drawings and  an altered heading'

' I'm sorry ill try harder.'

' You ought to spend more time on your work and less time talking to Ms. Paris, I dont want to send another note home with you...'

'You wont.'

If I learned any two things in grade school it was how to chase girls and falsely re-assure figures of authority- two skills that needn't be frowned at or devalued.

I should have gone to college- Who knows what tricks I would have picked up there.

When the Nurse says Rest- You Rest.

'Rest and feel well

Lay back and let me

Fill your glass.'

'But im sick! a way

That is entirely new

To you

And so old

To me.'

' Well it is a sickness all the same,

So you lay back,

let me filly our glass'

' I am sickened by grace

And sweetness!

It makes my stomach turn 

both upset and confused.

The only cure is solitude.

Leave me.'

' I could never,

with you bent and crooked,

do you carry some weight?

I will relieve the stress 

and strap your pack

to my back.'

' Then that is the weight-

your kindness.'