Ponderable polemics, poetic

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Love and Romance

  • shorthand

    text wife: ‘Dory?’ It cannot also be ‘hunky’ as I am elsewhere Read more

  • So, I call…

    Her night-sultry voice achieves what a closet of negligees cannot Read more

  • “…yon window breaks”

    Light tumbles from her window staining the grass below; elongated rectangle of bright green in the night a trap-door of illumination I want to step on, fall through, down; down into the dusty cellar where she waits by that light. Read more

  • Semantics

    I said goodbye to my share of women. Some I loved some of whom loved me. once in a while it was mutual. some of them I left with regrets, sometimes I took them with me because they seemed portable . I have left things unsaid desires unmet plans incomplete; left with my head held Read more

  • Pocket change

    Old loves are a dime- a-dozen; here’s a quarter you can keep the change Read more

  • Harvest

    Separating the wheat of bittersweet remembrance from the chaff that was us reaping now what was sown then in blissfully ignorant soil Read more

  • Love is like peanut butter some prefer it smooth, glides easily along the bread others like it chunky, rough, more substance, texture, nothing comes easy, tears the bread up from time to time Read more

  • D-M-V (Love is… #30)

    Love is a driver’s license photo You know who the person in the picture is – sort of, maybe you think it is you – your glazed eye, mug-shot provenance makes even you double-check triple-check yourself in the mirror the morning after facial expression defying logical description; contorted hybrid of happiness and electrocution-by-chair It was Read more

  • General admonition

    Reserved seating this is not first-come, first-served you cannot get a ticket from a scalper only from my personal box office not ‘second-run’ house my heart is the first-run feature now playing only the latest and best Sit back, relax. Enjoy the show. And please keep your dirty feet off of the seats in front Read more

  • Qualms? (love is… #47)

    Love is a compunction albeit an unctuous one it is an albatross, a cross to makes you feel bare Love makes for weird poetry, messy emotions hackneyed devotions far exceeding alliterative quotas for exasperation Read more