LOVE POEM #76 – LAMENT OF A HOPELESS ROMANTIC

With the wish to start the story

on a “perhaps” or a “maybe”

he writes with the hope that hid fantasy

will no longer feel like a fallacy.

 

Yet not even four lines into the foreplay

he starts to feel frazzled

over whether or not the woman

is really feeling him, too.

 

He might suppose she’s invoking the muses

as she moans her “Ohs!” to the sky.

Or, perhaps, she’s humming along

to the song of some monks nearby.

 

And so, he abandons her bedside

to scrawl out another sizzler.

Maybe he’ll find more ink for his page

while she finds another mister.

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TELLING A JOKE

Trying to make a joke funny is like trying to relax.

You can’t shove the laughs down their throats

anymore than you can swallow the angst

that presses against the back of your neck in the spotlight.

 

Especially since the best laughs explode from the belly

like a volcano bursting along the mountainside,

puffing smoke and lava from its pinnacle

until the whole valley below has been covered in a humorous ash.

 

And even after you’ve gotten the whole office covered in soot,

there will always be someone to ruin the fun

by reminding you how terribly the people of Pompeii suffered

while they choked to death at the hands of your joke.

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