Two For The Show

i take rides from strangers, it's a little quirk of mine. i don't know if you've ever heard the term personal fable, but it something like that.
i just don't see it happening. that whole thing where you take a ride from a stranger and you end up chopped up, buried in a hole somewhere, deep in a wood.
i wonder what the real odds are yanno, like in terms of lightning. it's funny that's like the breadbasket of odds. "you have a better chance of being hit by lightning." well no shit. haha.
it's funny too because he had his laptop on his lap, driving, and i told him i might just be better off walking. nah, screw that.
i'll tell you though about odds, because one time i took a ride from this pizza delivery guy, and first off i never thought i'd see him again, and then i add on top of that if i did happen to run into him again i wouldn't recognize him worth a lick. but there he was ahead of me on line at 7-11. whatever the place is next door. he was wearing the shirt.

Apology Accepted, Disrespected, Then Neglected

sorry for all the excuses i ever threw your way

they clogged us like traffic heading down the freeway

and if you could only dance, and maybe let me see

i'd say the things to you that you'd never say to me

so flourish while i labor to carve out a sign

quite similar to the one you read

when i lost track of time.

and if i climbed our light post to get a perfect view

i'll come down just in time for having missed you.