love is
a stranger in an open car
a faded jaded sign that you don't look at
tempt you in and drive you far away
a rose but you better not pick it
a danger of a different kind
a handful of thorns
a different drug
love is
a verb you don’t just love a random
you love somebody
what are you writing
and they love you back
whose story is this anyhow
pass me the ashtray
why can't we grow old together
give me a tailor-made
what was I thinking
I just thought you'd love somebody
they'd love you back
why is that so much to ask
top up my wine glass
chuck me another tailor-made
what were you thinking
why can't we grow old together
give me a tailor-made
what was I thinking
I just thought you'd love somebody
they'd love you back
why is that so much to ask
top up my wine glass
chuck me another tailor-made
what were you thinking
A great big poem. Thanks to Kristen D. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Rob:) I like your stanza below but am figuring out a way to weave it in and expand it.
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ReplyDeleteA verb is a worker
like a process going
in an office sweating
the factory routine
killing me slowly
shit I looked around
there no one's song
and when love takes an indirect object...
ReplyDeleteturns out the filters were more carcinogenic after all
Too true Kit - we've got to be careful what we inhale in the name of love.
ReplyDeleteand lovelessly as well
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DeleteDon't get me started
I'll tell everyone I know