who knew
at this party that I
would walk in and I'd see you.

I guess now
we could just get drunk
yeah, that could be our excuse

you could slip
from out of nowhere
i could be there to catch your fall

we could laugh
at ourselves
and the writing that's on the wall


it's a narrow margin
just room enough for regret

in the inch and a half between
hey, how ya been?
and

can I kiss you yet?
so we talk, like
nervous neighbors over a tall fence

true love, but for the lack of providence

but I just got one more

thing to tell you

'cuz words are vitamins

and life is short
and I know when we get up
to the front office

We're gonna have to fill out
a full report
and the first question will be

what were you thinking?
and the next question will be
what did you say?

then they're gonna check to see
if the answers to one and two
matched up much

along the way

in the interest of poetry

and the cowboy movie
that's you and me
I'm back on the horse now

and I am riding
I am striding so effortlessly
what I mean is

it's late
much to late for us
and I'm fixing to go home

with just my conscious
and a bitter sense of irony
as my chaperone


true love, but for the lack of providence.