Love Goes On

He and She

Sat across open windows

Once in a while,
Over the shoulder
Glances were sought,

Not completed.

That was a long time ago
Between rushed breakfasts
Keeling over happily

From fast moving bikes
Rushing through sentences
Proclaiming loud love

Not completed.

Now there is dry earth

And songs sung

Distractedly so

Still melodious though

A walk in progress

A smile at work

Still not complete

Have you time from Bellow and Whatman

Looks like you need
A cold compress
To soothe the errant bigwords
That run by your tired eyes
That giant sized

Nietzsche

A couple of crippling sonnets
Riding once smooth, but now
Beaten down
Or does Greer look at you
In scorn
What about rags
Do they stick out their cursive
Tongues
"Read us your random thoughts"

Do you switch back then,
To rabid cherry pie recipes
Alien but niggling
Or rant along with a shrewd
Adapted
That won some praise sometime

Come on, give up now
Surely, its relaxing
To swim with the tide
Try to make your peace
In the bright glow of your
1 GB
Amongst other Bellows and Whatmans

Elizabeth

Elizabeth is not a mistake
So what on a rough, edgy morning,
Tumbling
On a tablefull of stale bills
On a bed, groaning with lost hope
Around a shrinking therapist
Amidst pressed aunts and
Pasty moms
Drilled by starved minds and
Most uncreative soccer dads,
You gave in and gave up
Lizz, you are not a mistake
So don't make one