If a new world was ever created, what would you miss about the old? Maybe tonight? How the moon sat hunched over, peering down on us as we walked hand & hand down the street, talking about our past and the animals we kept as pets and the names we gave them when first met them. I had a rabbit I called munchkin and you said that was silly. We knew right then and there that we would get busy with love and drama and waiting on phone calls and staring at pictures, the only place we still exist together.
Life is like a pop song, ‘yes,’ you said, ‘I hope.’ But I am not a rock star, ‘oh, I know.’
Let’s go back to the top and start all over. With your finger in your mouth you bit on your nail and spit it out. The words tangle up on my tongue, I just can’t get them out. You said it didn’t matter, you said you didn’t care. Let’s go back to the top and chop off our hair.
I study the way your body moves in the flashing lights and pulsates to the rhythm the DJ plays and how in this crowded club we are still all alone. You caught me staring and coldly narrowed your eyes and in response I grinned a wide, white grin. Is that enough to get me off the hook? I lifted my glass in the air and toasted you from 50 feet away. You turned your back and shook your ass.
If there is a time machine, I would go back one hour and tell you a different joke. One that might make you clap, instead of giving me a slap.
If there were a crystal ball, I would know better than to wear that gray sweater.
All of our fears are here with us right now. As I sit and type the keys revolt, snap back with a black harshness. Hey, did you know that the city rotates counterclockwise? And that’s not wise, but it’s just the way it is…
There is a place in the desert with an empty phone booth. We can go there and wait for a call and watch the stars masticate the heavens. She told me I was charming, but baby, you’re just trying to be disarming so you could place a bomb in my heart.

It’s okay if you don’t agree with the end because we can go back to the start and walk hand & hand and talk about the names of our pets. Let’s let our fears subside… pin them to a cactus and head back to the city. Let’s call this love a disaster, because it’s nothing but words that keeps us pinned to this world. Let’s destroy them all, throw our dictionaries in the gutter, forget the names that cause us so much pain.
Disarm my heart, pull the pin, throw the grenade…
My best lines are split on the highway between the wheels…
Goodnight moon, I write to you, you made the best of this mess.



