Loose Change

Loose change.
ever have the urge to say something
anything
a sentence continuously playing inside your mind?
you would say it to someone
anyone
just to know that you said something at the right time
I’ll change him.

yesterdays bad news headlines chase me down an alleyway of desire
a concrete valley cradling a shadow of a telephone wire
that doesn’t spread far enough for our words
to reach a body let alone a heart
when does the time apart start?
I’ll change it.

our skin reflects differently under a neon light
I wish I never had to say something
I wish I never had to point that out
maybe you’re confused
maybe we’re both just misunderstood (I could be so right for you.)
maybe you look at me and have a loss for words
maybe you really do care
but why must I always check my leg to make sure your hand is still there?
I better check my pockets for my change.
my change.


2001