illogical.

I can see your light
from across the way.
Reversing roles, I'll pine
like Jay if you'll play Daisy.
Let's pray for a better conclusion.
Please forgive my voyeuristic
tendencies,
I promise that I have
the best intentions.
Your smile creeping slowly
at the corners of your mouth,
intelligent eyes that glow.
The hands that encourage
with naivety,
only make me crave you more.
Please forgive my irrational
judgements.
There will be is no Tom, no Jordan
or Nick Carraway,
just you and I.
Separated only by a sea of obstacles
and a goading, green light.

anthony.

Day in, day out
time speeds in circles.
Catch him if you can,
knowing that you probably cannot.
Don't let him get you down.

One day you'll dream of
blurred days, minute-nights.
Those days all you can do
is dream.
Don't let them get you down.

Tomorrow there will be no time,
no days, no nights.
The Dark River you'll have crossed.
Don't let it drag you down.

the player.

Snow falls in sheets,
Not unlike the crumpled mess
on which she sleeps.
Enter lonliness.
Happiness, the star of the day
becomes her understudy.
Dusk enters, stage left, slowly,
shyly, but gaining confidence
until she takes on the character of Night.
Lonliness returns, but with a faceless youth
at her side, in her bed. Lights out.
Day has returned, the youth having
left at first light.
Lonliness faces her adoring audience,
her character so convincing that
abstraction of truth from fallacy is impossible.
She's paid for her performance.