Stranger

what are you doing?
i ask myself
each and every time.

who are you today?
how are you feeling?
i look into the mirror.

lately i've been doing things
thinking stuff
i don't recognize

i can't get her out of my mind

something has changed inside
i'm on the brink of discovery
hanging precariously over
the abyss

i won't be coming back
this time

The Spectator

i see her standing
up there on the stage
she is holding the world's gaze
in the palm of her hand.

i am in the back
of the room
holding court at the pool table
(i wish)

actually my friend is
ruling the table
and i am watching her.

i am a great spectator
and life is my sport
i watch the passes
the tight asses
of the girls as they pass
right through me.

i can't remember when
i turned invisible.