Doctor.

"Take two of these, every night,
and some of these too, they'll make you feel alright,"
The disapproving frown turns again to a grin,
- late bed side manners finally kicking in.
And as other patients roll restlessly in their sleep,
he turns to me again, and waits for me to speak.
I tend to draw it out, since I know what he'll say,
he's the one with the degree and all the high-grade pay.
He doesn't take my advice, but I wish that'd he start,
because he only ever thinks with his mind, and never his heart.
"I've told you doc, it doesn't matter what you do."
Little does he know, my only cure is you.

Detective.

It was cold and dreary, your typical day,
except here she was in my office.
She lit up a cigarrete and it was like
watching the sun dawning,
a little star caught in my part of space
on a cold and dreary September morning.

She tells me she needs my help,
I can't quite believe that angel voice
is coming from someone so troubled.
I can tell her cheeks are still faintly moist,
from tears that once rolled,
but recently were doubled.

She tells me everything,
and comes close to tears once more.
I rest my hand upon hers.
I lie - 'everything will be just fine'.
Rinse and repeat until she's out of the door.

Buzz.

The dance begins with a sudden energy,
that bursts from the seams of the sequin dress.
The audience stares on in wonder,
and panic grips you and bids you no rest.

So you keep dancing,
and so does she -
both shaken by the same fears
and both loving the same energy.

But as the dance progresses,
the song's tempo seems to change,
and all of a sudden her dress is
not sparkling in the same way.

The panic's no longer there,
but neither is that electric buzz.
The dance slows almost to a halt,
and when you least think it will
it does.

Publish.

I feel sorry for those;
who sing, but aren't heard,
who write, but aren't read.
And who don't live,
but aren't dead.

Snow.

The sun shines into your eyes so bright,
that you have to shield them with your hands.
Memories of this place, from just last night,
make it feel like you awoke to different lands.
The neat and level covering of snow along the road
stands defiant in the face of traffic,
and forces cars to drive so slow
that in places they become static.
And even the beach,
wasn't out of its reach
- not being high tide, but low.
And to me it seems,
one of the perfect scenes.
As long as my school,
stays closed.