OLIVE ON ME

This low maintenance child calling your bachelor pad at 9:22am
Stories and stories you tell me stories
your life stories now that I am a part of your life
Now that I am an open ear, a ready shoulder, 
a hand to hold! a confidant! 
a voice an opinion that is not afraid to be wrong nor spoken 
Something tells me 
your different from the rest, 
that you will not be freaked out when I am myself

something tells me we've met before, perhaps in a past life
I feel connected.
do come here often, martini boy, and perhaps I shall read my poetry while you play the bass.
aboom- boom- boom
Show me your sweet mint towel collection
your fridge that has more then the common ketchup
more then those bachelor beers that one would expect
chick peas, garbonzo beans, tofu tofu tofu
and all your vitamins A B C D and zinc.. yes I can read
you make me think as we debate the debatable: 
Life! Death! God! Possession! Soul! 
you ask me if I am impressed with your 
mood lighting, your bass guitar, 
your Jesus candles burning, your good standing with god.
I am.
Be careful I may not want to leave this bachelor pad
the red lamps glowing while Timothy Leary spews poetry, LSD
Pictures of Prairie Dawn and Maharishi on the wall
Both of us sleeping with the light on, drug free
Both scared shitless, sometimes with our 
active imaginations and baggage
Manic inspiration you are, and so you touch my cheek

Martini Boy! you have a zest for life that I have within 
that I have been waiting for others to have!
and you ask the questions that I have been asking 
and was waiting for others to question.

Don't you see? There is no bullshit playing the game tonight
There is just us
being us
in your bachelor pad
telling each other our life's stories
now that we are apart of life.

and you said it would be cool 
if I left a message on your answering machine,
so when you came home you could 
hear my voice
you called me your angel, beautiful and sweet
complimenting the style of my embrace and art
it's been days since these words were spoken. 
words not forgotten. 
so I unlock, showing you the aspects and layers
that not every passing soul has viewed or known. 

and now I call you 
and write this
leaving this voice on your machine at the beep:
greetings and salutations, martini boy. this olive is on me.