©2007 Cathe Jones

FRIDAY DATES, SUNDAY HANGOVERS

© 1993 Cathe Boudreau

Home at night with a Boxed life playing
a hu man voice not judging, just talking
I'm laughing and crying and wishing and touching
I'm laughing and sighing and hoping and dying

Lights going our, with the sound box still on
My body is quaking, my mind is half gone
being alone isn't lonely too long
My thoughts keep in time with a child's camp song

There's a face with a voice that enters the dream
Feel the touch of an embrace a silent brain scream
eyes snap wide open to the room darker than seems
had I weird dream, I don't know what that means

Until monday morning there's no place to go
Lovers are reduced to mere audio
the bars and clubs scare you, stay home
play a concert to the dog, enjoy life alone