Saturday, September 1, 2012

The simplicity of it all

It's easy to cook yourself a meal,
dust your tables, wipe some spoons.
Easy to go through all your music folders,
looking for the evening's perfect song,
missing a few phone calls here and there.
Easy to empty out the ashtray, flick off the lights,
check the locks, sleep.

Easy to greet new friends,
and snap off yesterday's liasons,
Easy to be chased for approval,
easier to smile, seem nice.
Easy to text a smiley in return,
an investment in friendship or more, surely.
It's easy to acknowledge flirtatious handshakes,
judge tastes in music, cigarettes.
Easy to lower your standards,
accept the evening's obscure ending.
Easy to tuck a stray behind your ear,
adjust your shirt, prop your elbows on the table,
take a big, brave swig and smile.

Easy to be above public opinion,
headstrong, righteous, impetuous. 
Easy to be so publicly private, discerning,
vehemently swearing by solitude.
Easier not to delve into the fine print
of someone else's emotional crap shit,
unless it's is juicier than expected.  

Easy to appreciate the present companion,
recognize puppy-pleas,
screaming, kicking, pounding baits for attention.
Easy to recognize disappointment and darting envy,
private signals, syncing of wavelength, strengthening of intention.
Easy to climb into your bed, turn over, play dead.
Happy that it is so fucking easy.