She would never have a life of
Children, lawnmowers, storm windows with built-in screens.
No fertilized lawns.
No, infertility was not the problem.
It was the rock garden in her head.
Wistful, she envisioned the lost innocence of
Her youth. Her willingness and eagerness to
Trust others. The traumatic disappointments artfully
Quiet smiles and politely folded hands.
About so much, she was obviously wrong. Especially when
She was certain she was absolutely
The jagged edge of lightning pricks the sky. The
Clouds explode with vociferous clapping as
Rain heaves on the torrid pavement.
Thunder groans as the
Roofs sigh from the sudden weight of the
Uneasy sky. The sluggish drains regurgitate.
Dragged indoors are the weary workers, incapable this
Evening of a summer stroll. The parking lots
Belch from overfeeding. Black tires
Plow asphalt fields. No dust settles.
There is none.
The sky gargles with electricity.
Horizon ran away.
Women are such pathetic creatures, always concerned about
Withering features. Forever seeking to please we are, looking around the
Corner…on par? Competition supersedes the Indy 500. Blondes and brunettes
Exude Chanel, number 600. We do compete with glistening teeth, with pubic
Hair sheared to impeccable wreath. Ah, God, we do try to please! We stalk the
Men and we appease. For all the laws in all the lands cannot forsake that
Man is Man and Woman, still, against her will, must comply, or sooner
Die, to the complexities of the Modern Age that inevitably terminate in
Blood-red sky sits upon navy clouds. Splashes of charcoal-gray above one great celestial
Puddle pursued by lesser configurations. They do not mingle but maintain
Identities of individuality. Nature hovers over mankind’s electric bulbs.
Tonight, I see no stars. But the ground is stardust. Flickering, sparkling,
Enticing, alluring. Horizons far, far away—combined with fear and
Frequently dismay. The colors are the emotions of the soul. Always seeking
Construction of the whole. The sun and moon never have to choose; they simply
Follow courses. Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are up above
The world so high, you are a diamond in the sky, upon which dangle the
Dreams and drooling fantasies of those transgressed, seeking always to
Possess qualities never to exist, according to
Nature’s laws of existence.
We are detached hearts that
Flutter in the breeze.
One appeases, another pleases.
Sacrosanctity sought by both in wrinkled
Cloaks of naïveté and knowledge.
Pummeling, seeking more of both:
Intensity of love and hope.
And we impoverished mortals that
We are, no longer quote the raven
“Nevermore.” But furrow for sustenance in
Deeper realms where only the impenetrable
What joy is found is so translucent, always a
Conduit of confusion. The only
Answers do evaporate into a kingdom of
We wish we had control of all but slowly
Realize for the door of cruelest mortality,
Acceptance is the sole key to any kind of
His Einstein meditations, her Moore musings,
Prodding observation, throbbing melancholy
United in disciplined domesticity while
Shrouded in quixotic sheaths of desire.
Exercised minds and intuitive bodies
Tied by umbilical bands of serendipity
Sleep with serenity, a
Calibrated ménage à trois.
She had been faithful to no one for six years.
Then she met the man who matched her
Brain and body.
All was well until she offered her greatest gift,
He did not reciprocate.
Needed time to contemplate.
Three weeks, three months, six…
Time enough for lover’s tricks.
Love reduced to an installment plan.
She felt she was an organ donor.
Preferred that to perennial loner.
Her heart was proffered but removed, to a
Jar of something crude.
He wanted the beats, but the connections were questionable.
Always another available soon—fresher, younger, more malleable.
Too much love smashing, supplies abundant organs. Always for him, the
Bank is full.