Obsession

You, yes, you
I've heard you talk of my obsession
time and time again
like if I was some strange creature
obsessed with a woman I don't know
yet carry with me everywhere I go
Obsessed with finding my perfect other half
and ignoring that in this vast world
I'm lost without a cause

I know, I've given up
I thought I had found her
but I guess I was wrong

So now it's back to square one
back to waiting for the hot summer
where that vision of her belongs
early 30's
blonde, blue eyes and slightly voluptuous
all covered in shinny black leather
like batman's aerostatic balloon
wearing porsche carrera sunglasses
on a brand new Katana 1100
with a helmet
or is it the
late 20's, brunette
in short thight denim shorts
playing in the geiser of a broken fire hydrant
at the sound of tone-loc
sucking on a bright red lollypop

But in this cold, rainy winter
I guess all that is left for me
is to write
for you


















Thanks to Margaret Cho for the Hydrant excerpt