number 3

why are there no

capital numbers

i’d like to write a song

and call you number 3

with a capital 3

but i am left with only letters and

T-hree just doesn’t ring so hard

you the girl i fell in love

with

in

this

bar

your eyes

your hair

blah blah bullshit cliche’s

how about

capital eyes

so i could say that one real good too

so fucking blue!

and here i am longing for you

from this dark corner

but

there is no

moment

on the horizon

all i have is this paper and pen

a fetal position

watching the world

to see if it’s safe to

come outside

and you live it so

damned hard

you with your fancy tattoos

and your flowing pants

hanging from those toned hips

and the slithering, sexy shoulders

i wonder

if you will have regrets

when you die

i doubt it is the man

with the pen and the paper

watching as you

dance

on

by.....