The Green Sea

Holding out on me about whether or not she will go with me to the beach is killing me. It is bright beautiful and sunny outside but not too hot. Cool enough, I think, for this girl from the suburbs to come out look at the ocean. Time to face the world already, it’s 3:30. She protested, lying on the sofa calling me over. We talk for a while and she goes back to reading a magazine. The television’s on, and some dope is preaching about space, and suddenly I remember suddenly that my focus has badly slipped off the mark. I had thought about this before, when I was drunk at Jeannie’s party and promised myself I would remember it, but I forgot to remember. What had driven me so off course? I wanted to travel some more but I’ve been in this town for months now. The sun sets each day; my heart content with work and ready for reward. I have eyes green as the sea to sail through each night, and then I wake up the next morning and sail on that boat out deep into the green sea…

Before I Had It So Good…

I’m in a lazy state of mind but the strong coffee from the convenience store around the corner is keeping me wired and interested in the article I’m reading. It’s about a new sykscraper that going up downtown. It’s supposed to be completed in a few years. By then I’ll be gone from here, and I as I wandered back into the comfort of that nice memory a bike messenger hit me, completely blindsided me from the right. As I got up and dusted myself off I outstretched my hand to what appeared to be a beautiful girl, one which had flown right into me spilling my strong coffee all over the sidewalk. After some customary concerns and pleasantries were exchanged she invited me out for some drinks later that night, at a bar across the river. I was twenty minuted early, but I wanted to get a couple of seats at a small table so I could hear what she was saying to me. Simply put, my hearing ain’t so good, but I am a good listener, if I can hear what’s being said to me. Anyway, three beers later in walks my girl, in the hottest outfit I’ve seen since I left Cali. She had a tight white t-shirt on with a picture of the band ‘The Runaways’ on it, I don’t remember anything else, except it’s a week later and she’s moved in with me. Nighttime is quiet now. We keep the widows open to feel the cool breeze and listen to the street four stories below. We talk a lot, but sometimes not at all. Behind everything though, each calm day and long quiet night a ghost hangs silently over me like a canopy in the desert. Somehow I lost the ability to enjoy good fortune. So quickly so soon after the last situation, which I have thoughts about still, thoughts that make my heart race. I can handle new love, I must, because to lose this girl so special and now, I can’t do that. I’ll bear these memories and this time for now. Keep my focus on what’s before me. Not on what came before I had it so good…