I am sure that some of these collections of words confuse anyone who knows me. Many are very old and full of 20's angst. I do feel compelled to post them, nonetheless.

That Girl
By
Paul Bass

I can’t pinpoint it, but that girl gives me a feeling
that I can’t quite pinpoint.
Well I know where it is, but it’s not polite to pinpoint.

She gives me a feeling like when I attended my
father’s bar-mitzvah. Like someone I’m real proud of
stepped out of boyhood and this time it was me.
Some can say that it’s just puppy-love
or infatuation, but I say it’s more than that,
 it’s a rash of some sort.
I care not for ointment, though, I could use something to remember her by.
Although we’ve never touched, I have spent a night under her bed and rummaged
through her socks while she slept.
Every time I see her now, I wish
she was the one for me and I could just
run right up to her and borrow money.
I wish I could just bring her home,
so she can beat up my sister for me,
Sooner or later I’ll get the nerve to spill something
on her blouse. I’ve just got to incite some emotion in her.
It doesn’t matter if it’s hatred or disgust,
It’s invisibility that I can’t handle.
I also can’t handle keys very well. I sure wish I was the one
with the key to her couch.