because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

under construction

like a new notebook or a good clean wind,

summer songs can’t make a dream
exist if it doesn’t want, and

happy poems should not be
items on to-do lists.

he winked at me in fall sunlight
from under his fedora.

[insert standard plot-twist-slash-

even happy poems should
have a little mystery.

or a kiss.

i am, after all, not
an iceberg. but i have been

too long among novelists
& nighttime heartache, and

this isn’t a true story.
is it?

definitely a kiss.
on a streetcorner.

[someone dies here]

13 responses

  1. I especially like the inserts, voice changes and someone dies.

    October 22, 2012 at 10:44 pm

    • what?! a comment? thanks, n.k. . see ya manyana.

      October 24, 2012 at 12:06 am

  2. I love how you juxtapose the images of the ephemeral (the poem, the love song) with the tangible (the kiss, the streetcorner). No, you are definitely NOT the iceberg- too much warm, pulsating life in your soul for that. Exquisite poem, my friend.

    October 23, 2012 at 1:42 pm

    • “exquisite,” eh? damn, Mosk. blushing over here. πŸ™‚

      October 24, 2012 at 12:07 am

      • Yes, exquisite, you blushing rose, you. πŸ™‚

        October 25, 2012 at 5:19 pm

  3. ha, love the creativity in your story telling…your inserts are fun but with a point…and you cant make it happen as you can in a story, you cant plan when or what, it happens and we live within the greater story….

    October 23, 2012 at 4:41 pm

    • thanks, brian. little bit of experimenting here. glad there was a sense of lightheartedness about it on some level.

      October 24, 2012 at 12:08 am

  4. Love the kiss on a street corner . …love the images.

    October 23, 2012 at 9:42 pm

    • lotta kisses on streetcorners going on around here lately, it seems… πŸ™‚ thanks, ayala.

      October 24, 2012 at 12:09 am

  5. Interesting play on styles and purpose. Thanx

    October 24, 2012 at 7:16 am

    • thank you, Sabio. welcome here any time.

      October 25, 2012 at 10:43 pm

  6. Haha, fun play and great tags. Poetry is an act of imagination not an eyewitness report, I’m so with you on this.

    October 25, 2012 at 3:51 pm

    • oh! i’m so glad someone noticed the tags πŸ™‚ thanks for dropping in, Anna.

      October 25, 2012 at 10:44 pm


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