Inner Space

There's something between you and I.
A vast nothingness.
Empty space that is keeping us apart.

It's a mathmatical certainty.
You can always divide the distance
Between two objects in half.

What is inbetween "There?"
Between the flowers and my nose,
The atoms in the molecules,
Inbetween your hand and mine.

What keeps us together,
Floating in this celestial
Womb of empty space?
What stops us from flying
Apart?

Please tell me, I'd like to know.

Routine

Work, eat, sleep, breathe
Sleep, sex, read, play,
Work, sleep, eat, sex,
Breathe, play, eat, sleep,
Read, sleep, sex. eat!

It's all so routine.
Nothing new and exciting.
Why do I crave "new."
Is this why I have sex
With so many different men?
For something "new?"

I suppose there is always
A different guy in NYC.
Different hair, different height,
Different fetish.

I'm tired of finding the
"Next great thing" in my men.
I'd rather have one guy with
Whom to:
Eat, sleep breathe, play,
Sex, read, eat, breathe,
Sleep, play, read, sex.

Pesonality Vacation

I'm sitting at the table
With nothing to say.

A Funny Interesting Cute guy
Across from me and my
Personality decides to
Take a coffee break.

Two lame bars later,
With absolutely no
witty banter,
I'm standing at his door
Getting an invite up.
Maybe it's not my
Personality!

When did I become someone
To invite upstairs?
Especially when I had clearly
Sent my Intelligence,
Culture and Interest on
An extended vacation.

Am I an "wanna come up?" guy
On just my Looks?!?
Christ, when the fuck did that happen?
I guess I'm flattered.

Maybe this is why I
End up in relationships
That go nowhere.

They think I'm a piece of meat,
Then they realize they've
Bitten off more than they
Can chew.