facehooking.

are you one of my 500 friends?
if so, i'd like to make amends.
for ignoring all your super fun wall posts
your hatching eggs, gardens and ghosts
your pokes and prods and applications
i like you, i just prefer real conversation.

up to date.

is this a date or a “friendly drink”?
i'm currently unsure what to think
you did just tell me i looked pretty
and you’re definitely trying your best to be witty
- either way, I’m tickled pink.

are you keen on me or my camaraderie?
i’m having trouble guessing, see.
you could be imagining our happy end
or setting me up with one of your friends,
- i kind of dig this ambiguity.

do we have a spark or a convivial glow?
i’ve got to say that i don’t know
nor do i really care just now –
i'm liking our rapport, and how
- the guinness tastes just so.

old years resolutions.

i’ve decided to stop being so indecisive
to unstraddle the oft straddled fence,
it’s horribly uncomfortable, first of all,
and its side effects rather immense.

when you waver with reckless abandon
and your statements are firmly shaky,
no matter how much you resolve to resolve
you’re dismissed as “cool, but flaky”.

onwards & upwards

moving on is a curious thing.
suddenly you want to stop -
to stall, to pause, to grasp, to cling,
your wintery heart, it thaws to spring
life is an 80’s ballad you want to SING!
but the comeback you stage is a glorious flop,
-- yes, it's a curious thing.