My love comes sputtering
and faltering like an
engine that won’t turn over.
I throw myself at the problem
and bounce off its side
as it lumbers toward some
elephant graveyard.
My love comes quietly
and temperamental like
lightening on the horizon.
I dither in a low sung
protest to the universe
that fails to convert even me.
My love comes contrived
and overwrought as a forced metaphor.
I donate two dollars to light the candle
and contemplate Darwinian plumbing.
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Under the bones of the sky she splinters into inadequate words
1 comment:
From St. Google:
"Vatican speaks out against Harry Potter, Darwinian evolution, indoor plumbing."
And:
"Triangular probability density function dither was only preferred to rectangular probability density function dither at very low bit rates..."
Nothing about protests.
Did you tutor Mr. Berryman? Methinks you did.
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