Perfect Strangers

I come here on a whim

And find you checking out the scene,

Taking everything in.

There really is nothing about you

To give insight into your life.

Don't know if you're a parent,

If you've got a husband or wife?

Don't know if you like the mornings

Or if you're a creature of the night.

Perhaps you're an outcast

And prefer life on the run;

Maybe you want a partner

But haven't found the right one.

Or could you be living
With a secret identity:

One side ringed by firewalls
To maintain your privacy;

Another for the world
And for friends and family?

Kinda gets me wondering,
If this is really so,

Am I looking at you right now?
Or your alter-ego?

No matter what the truth is

And whatever the case,

We find ourselves together

At the same time, in the same place.

Could be pure luck and chance

Or the meddlesome hand of fate,

But which of the two has dealt us these cards

Is not up for debate.

All that matters is that
We both are here today.

I open my mouth to talk to you,

But damn,

What do I say?

Scandalous Epiphany

Hey,

Do I know you?

Your face looks kinda familiar...

I'm sure I've seen you before...

Just can't seem to remember where.

Hmm.

You say you don't know me from Adam

But I'm sure I've seen you around.

No honey!

Put that can of mace away

I ain't no stalker.

Gurl you a lil' cray-cray!

So anyway,

What was I about to say?

Oh yeah,

Didn't we go to school together?

College? Or maybe uni?

Ok,

So I don't know you from school.

Church?

Oh you Hindu?

Not church then.

OMG!

Now I know where I seen you!

You from that strip place on Bar Street...

Oh well,

Gosh look at the time.

I really must be off.

Nice running into you.

Oh and one more thing,

This never happened.

Happy Gaffe-Day

Walk into walls;

Slam doors

At the precise moment

When subtlety and a delicate hand are required.

Groan inwardly

And maybe cuss a little under your breath.

Feel the burning flush

As blood floods the face

In a volcanic rush.

Look for a place to hide:

A rock to crawl under

Or some hole to slither into,

Just to find yourself

Naked in front of a crowd,

In a wide open space

With nowhere to run

And no shelter to be found.

All eyes on you.

Yup, it's all for you.

That's right it is all about you baby!

Today is your day.

It's your time to shine:

A crimson flame

Against their cold, frigid stares.

So close your eyes and make a wish

But try not to trip over yourself in the process

And wind up in an even bigger mess

Or dig yourself in any deeper

Than ya already are.

Just roll over;

Play dead

And maybe things will die down on their own.

But in the meantime

Blow out your candles

While I raise my glass to you.

Happy gaffe-day boo!