Tonight I don't have words to fit
Old ones sit waiting on the edges of their seats
Waiting for me to need them
"Pick me! pick me!" the words that wait seem to say
As I walk past them; they are so disciplined, so ready.
I look them over, their creases, their spit shine
Their collars, their buttons
And select none, for lack of knowing how to match the occasion.

I pour a glass of cabernet and slice pepper jack with a paring knife
The CD's are all in shoe boxes in the car
The room is silent
The night is chaotic
Yet, somewhere inside it all
I speak to you and
The tone of your voice
Minus the words
The receipt of your messages
Minus the words
Is enough to remind me
Everything was ok is ok will be ok
And I feel happy at once
Because we make the effort
To remain friends
Through any kind of day.

i really like the feeling of this part. it feels very "laissez faire" and that perhaps the words don't fit because they are too packaged, too labeling.

i also liked the ending.

it's very good, as usual, c.

Thanks for your comments, stormydawn. I edited the poem and think this one works better.


Tonight I don't have words to fit
Old ones sit waiting on the edges of their seats
Waiting for me to need them
"Pick me! pick me!" the words that wait seem to say
As I walk past them; they are so disciplined, so ready.
I look them over, their creases, their spit shine
Their collars, their buttons
And select none, for lack of knowing how to match the occasion.

I pour a glass of cabernet and
slice pepper jack with a paring knife
The room is silent
The night is chaotic
I speak to you and
The tone of your voice
Knits words into a blanket
We speak online in emoticon faces
Rediscovering the genious of the smiley faces.



- C