Adrift
Over a beer, I blithely told
a friend bemoaning a lost love
there were plenty of
“other fish in the sea”
unmoved, he was, as I noted
“there are also tires, discarded
refrigerators and sunken oil tankers”
Thus inspired he raised his glass,
made a toast; “Let’s hear it” said he
“for the girls of the flotsam.”
– Mark L. Lucker
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Midway!? All the Way!
Love is like a day at the 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 appetizing
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.
– Mark L. Lucker
© 2016
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Smörgåsbord
There are many
different
kinds of love
puppy
brotherly
unrequited
passionate
secret
eternal
young
first
true
having oft
indulged in
at least
a smattering
of each morsel
mixing entrées
salads
desserts on
the same plate
I am woefully
unqualified
to distinguish
tasty from savory
overcooked from
underdone yucky
from delectable
still I happily
grab a fresh plate
for another pass
– Mark L. Lucker
© 2016
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Ponderable polemics, poetic 