there was a window

& it was all I could do to look out of it

couldn’t be out there in the world

really enjoying the view

while you were moaning on

how I spoiled everything I tried to do for you

I kept on looking seeking grace

while your lips continued moving

distorting that once to me pretty face

thinking I’d surely paid enough

in bringing you here paying for the room

the window framing the view

wondering too how soon I could escape

leave you somewhere good for you

another hotel country town city place

knowing no matter how much that cost

& right now if you hated me

knowing you hated more being alone

but at least then

I would be out there

in the world in the view

orange sun

she was pretty

said she loved me so

& all I had to do for her

was cut loose & go

but I couldn’t cut the knot

bound me to you

there is something in struggling

through the poor times together

to not cut loose

go

cut the knot

bound us together

struggling

in the poor times

there is something in struggling

through the poor times

creates strong cords between

brings delight to better days

orange sun on the horizon shows

pretty shallow

it was her face I first noticed

then that sensuous body

& I talked with her

liked what I heard

& before I knew what was what

I was involved

in the intricacies of her life

she had a man but could not leave him

would be with me until the witching hour

sometime around one

& I took all that she gave

never extracted more than the willing

her needs to be fulfilled

until I got to it one night

feeling the empty bed beside

not suggesting tears saying I cried

but man there was nothing there

could fill this gap inside

& I let her go knowing full well

she was never mine anyway

just my dish of shallow

thin tepid pool

that I could never dive into

I bought the box

based on the pretty picture

on the outside

but once I got to know her

I knew it was time to leave

but things are never that easy

when the world catches your sleeve

asking what did she do so wrong

makes you say no thank you

instead of the pretty please?

& the little things

one at a time

never amount to much

yet they stack up with ease

though you feel like a fool

leaving the pretty picture

walking away from the smile

that treated you like a disease

one at a time

I bought the box

based on the pretty picture

on the outside

but once I got to know her

I knew it was time to leave

but things are never that easy

when the world catches your sleeve

asking what did she do so wrong

makes you say no thank you

instead of the pretty please?

& the little things

one at a time

never amount to much

yet they stack up with ease

though you feel like a fool

leaving the pretty picture

walking away from the smile

that treated you like a disease