full of moxie and viscosity

full of moxie and viscosity? let's count the ways I never felt the cut:

the one-eyed vibrato note didn't know what viscous was
thailand dreamer left me for his elbow couch and his dvd's
yuri showed me ultimate wrestling beneath black paintings
dimpled choir boy was insecure, turns out, looking for his mother
tom waits with a small mouth and small handwriting, he stayed too long
modal cowboy found his rainstorm in his pocket, took off for the south

I watched them all go, and then the other day realized that they didn't leave, not as much as I told them to go.