deep fried

[Decemberist]

I saw you bobbing for apples
as i was fishing for thoughts in my
moleskin confidant.
I didn't mean to put my tongue
through my cheek when
I raised my fingers slowly one by one
and you unintentionally interpreted it as some sort of
half-ass,
uncomplimentary wave.
I simply sometimes forget how to
act in an elegant manner,
or in a manner that differentiates my
intensifying or fleeting interest.
It's okay though,
you were rolling your eyes into
every nook in cranny that they
could find
and I was wishing I had not greeted you at all.
But I pursued,
no longer willing or able to accept my
loneliness,
and began to introduce myself with
the confidence of a
school boy just discovering
exactly what attraction is.
Blushing blue,
I laughed off your sarcasm,
played with my hands nervously
as you proceeded to humor me with interest;

I was whistling like a tea kettle, I know.
You must have thought I was one of the
small talk enthusiasts,
one of the water cooler regulars,
because you left me in this desert town
waiting for the sound of water ringing
in the penny-less wishing wells.
I couldn't do anything but sulk in the sewers
with the empty turtle shells
and wait,

rip tide,
deep fried
any way you'd like it.

Though now I have come to think
of you sleeping
lightly in your chimney suite,
wiping soot from your eyes,
brushing nests from your hair,
and that it's all about the same I suppose,
whether you are here
or there,
it's really just the semantics of it all.