Tip Your Hat

i sit on the porch and stare up
into the dark unknown
looking for what i might never find
an answer to all my questions

Taste You One Last Time

i watch you sit there
and make out with mannequins
as if trying to breath life into them
cold and lifeless bodies
longing for them to return the love
you so desperately give them

all i can do is sit here
and watch as you try so hard
while i make the smallest effort
and make love to someone real