unrequited love

once i fell in love
with a mirage
a reflection
so beautiful
she held me in awe

you see,
life moves on
and she is not a statue
or a painting
to be admired

she is a woman,
a person.
and her neck is as graceful as an alabaster cliff
and her hair falls in spinning rivulets
and she moves like a mixture of summer and laughter
and i’m sure there are angels that follow her everywhere she goes

so i can’t look at her
she’s too miraculous
too amazing

and i’m not sure it’s really love
but it’s something like it

love is awesome

it’s totally amazing
unless it’s not
then again, it might be awesome later

sometimes it’s awesome for a little while
then not so awesome
and then it gets better
then it’s not so good again
then it gets much better
then you decide to find someone
that isn’t so much of a roller coaster ride

teenage love

all sparks and flash
smells and stickiness
finding and losing

then it’s flowers in a meadow
dancing alone
cloud watching
wandering around at the mall
drawing with crayons
cooking in your underwear
laughing at nothing
being crazy
falling asleep
waiting for something
remembering to feed the dog

and then you have to go to college and figure out what the new game is all about.

love on rye, hold the mayo

yeah, i’ll take a couple of slices
of the good love
that kind, right there.
cut it nice and thick
stack it on there, for real
with stone ground mustard
and some of that home-made slaw

wrap it in paper and a side of fries
a little garlic salt
malt vinegar

maybe i’ll save it for later

or eat half now while i wait
and enjoy the rest for lunch at work

what is love?

love is love
really
it can be so many different things

love can be
  • work
  • peace
  • anger
  • weakness
  • selfish
  • caring
  • less
  • flight
  • wealth
  • sharing
  • childhood
  • a mystery
  • longing

 
It’s just never the same. it keeps moving and flying and changing like some magical kaleidoscope of insanity, or a mystical calliope of comfort and depression. The tune plays for one and then for another. The magical creatures go round and round, and up and down.

And we all pay our token, or remain content to watch from the sidelines, because we don’t want to be the kid who ate too many deep fried twinkies and blew chunks all over the magical, mystical sidewalk of love.

leaves on trees

if each leaf
was a moment
and each breeze
was our love

our lives would rattle in the summer
and scatter in the autumn
then finally rest at peace in the icy winter
only to rebloom again when the warmth of spring returns

footprints

i’ve forgotten so many of our memories
they seem to wash out to sea
lost in the sand of living each day

but there are a few things that remain
like footprints in the sand