now that was helpful…

love’s fluidity
makes defining
difficult
if
not
impossible
thus
the perfect subject
for
dreamy
lovesick poets
proposing endless lines
of
poetry
about
the undefinable
fine
melodic verses
revealing
nothing
at all
about
what lies
concealed
within
the soul

 

less than strangers…

every thing they said
has come to lies’ fulfillment
you do not recall
an old wagon ride
round and round all those summers
nor do you recall
whose hands and voice embraced you
some how ghosts stories
have replaced the real events
a black hologram of truth
i understand why
the truth is hard to live with
those crimes of passion
have altered life’s history
and the fools always believe

 

self-preservation…

nothing like love
she
said
this was just
a
convenient
relationship
we
shared
rent
utilities
food
and
such
as well as
a
bed
but
this wasn’t
about
love
tho
he was here
for
the last
ten years
or
so
but
this
still
wasn’t
about
love
did
you know
he
left his wife
for
me
but
he was
old school
catholic
and
wouldn’t divorce
well
couldn’t
since
she wouldn’t agree
this
wasn’t
about
love
but
he
cried
when
i
died
no
this
wasn’t
about
love
it
was about
two
becoming
one