willful nomad

i was close enough to see the sweat on the singer's spine,
but not close enough to see up her dress;
she held the stage so long even the keyboardist
got drunk enough to smile.
you danced next to me and i tried to forget
that once i wished we were fucking.

a face
an all day all night broadcast
of a back running headlong into the promise of an earlier sunset.

i had forgotten how much the sun brings them out of their hidey holes. oh, the trials and tribulations of the 21st century try-hard, how the world we've created must look to you from those high heels and popped collars. i don't know if i can stand another sun-glassed day, or another beer-stained evening where men get drunk and ogle women and women get drunk and judge each other.

i just don't know if i can stand it.

when did this map get so difficult?
where is my guidebook?
directions please?

i left the ocean a love note in the sand,
told her i'd be back

but i'm a liar and she knows it,
turned her back on me as i walked away

but she let her children suck away my footprints.

because i so rarely see you cry.

and i can't say how proud i am of all you've become
without sounding like a greeting card.

here's to your beginning and to mine;
there is no length i won't go to to find you if you call.