GETTING OFF THE LOVE POEM CIRCUIT
Imagine I am Orpheus, illusion of
life beyond illusions, still smitten,
trying to lead you upward from what looks
a bit like the Hormel slaughterhouse in
Algona, Iowa.
Don't slip in the blood, my insurance
won't cover it: and I turn and look,
see your face drop, that shitty
"You don't love me!" look, and sadly
you are right,
I don't, no more. Farewell obligation,
farewell notes made to dampen your thighs,
words cried in a passion dead so long ago
that Casanova might have stolen them from me,
gone, worn down
like ground teeth.
KTW/12-28-05
--
Kenneth Wolman
Proposal Development Department
Room SW334
Sarnoff Corporation
609-734-2538
I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.
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