Love is like a day at the county fair
flashing neon, loud music, exotic
sights, smells, sounds, enticements
sensory overload
You know you shouldn’t over indulge
but you do and then you get sick
but what a ride, oh what a ride!
Faster! Faster! Faster!
Up! Down! All around! Spinning!
Dropping! Whirling! Faster! Faster!
Spinning around, wanting desperately
to get off but can’t until the ride stops
a disembodied voice reminds you to
‘Stay in your seat until the ride comes
to a complete stop!’
But by then it is way too late.
You are walking down the 
midway
you are woozy, but need to eat
everything and nothing looks apetizing
and the first thing you grab is cotton candy
Love is cotton candy in the summer heat
sweet, sticky, satisfying – always a mess.
No matter how hard you try to keep your
fingers clean, it is always a great, big
sticky, gooey, wouldn’t-miss-it mess.
Ponderable polemics, poetic 