the only one

the only one
hundred and fifty
cents pay a tip
of an iceberg of thought
that is too big to fit
into the schedule
the life around money
does not equal happiness
is not present enough
is enough
sugar in the coffee
break in the action
causes reaction to such a memory
was made to fade

the only one
two or three times
now coming to a close
to the side and dream
many times choosing
to think in words
do not express a thought too well
where change is thrown
away the address and no one knows
why the thoughts arrive this way
the things that come to mind
staying a little longer
the days get daylight saving
cans in order
of appearance not importance
lies in all of these words
may mean nothing to you

the only one
and a half sugars
sweet sensation
of the hot drink
until the shakes arrive
the tambourine
plays a song for him
and you play a tune of your own
story is being told
him over and over
his head
in the right direction
is a debatable question
to ask as he flaunts winnings
and losing what’s the difference
a smile or frown
on a face seen daily
double or nothing
ever seems to work
becoming such a monotony
moving me toward boredom

the only one
out of three chances
not taken
him back to a better day
after day and tonight
a night he can’t see you
soon enough money
to keep him comfortable
sitting in his usual spot
a mile away
from home is what he calls it
seems at times he does
not write down his every thought
he might have something here
what he has to say
what you mean
well even though
you may make mistakes and learn
what not to do next time
you will be right
in his mind and you
are listening to the sun
shines into his eyes
are dotted

the only one
who knows what
about the picture
in a locket
and will never get out
of his own way
back to the beginning
made so much
time has been wasted now
look ahead and see
as he escapes. . .