EIGHT STAGES OF VALENTINE'S DAY
More of course than five are needed
sex grinds more gears than death
Poor Kubler-Ross but one Swiss triplet,
here Shiva needs must explicate --
in fluent Italian, fueled by cocaine
her hands each sequin-gloved
I.
Anonymity is clever
if you suss the sender and crave him/her
but lovers should come clean
II.
Desk roses a stock-ticker crawl:
TAKEN! TAKEN! TAKEN!
III.
Love itself morass and mystery:
skip the dark booth, Emmenthaler fondue
(although an apt consistency
house mortar or primordial goo)
IV.
Second to a truffle
in endorphin-generation?
Chocolates a risky comparison
V.
Hallmark's crack RD teams
design a card electrochemical,
but voice's voltage up my leg
exceeds all D-cell means
VI.
The heart's true tender: cowrie shells
non-negotiable, non-transferable
an island currency
VII.
A mix-tape of interstitial pauses
in which each ponders who
the hell are you?
VIII.
Large placards and labels
identify our couplehood
you shun my ungloved hand
HERR KEPLER'S NOTEBOOK
Time is the bully anchor of the opposing tug-rope team.
The person with a happy home life tracks glitter through the world; the solitary person leaves snowprints.
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"The grasshopper warbler's song comes up out of the earth just as you think the day is quietening down. It has no prelude or warm-up: it starts midperformance, as if switched on by the dark, as it if has been singing like this beneath the earth until it was dark enough to come to the surface. As if, though we hardly hear it, this singing never stops."
A Year on the Wing (Tim Dee)
All writing and cartoons on this site copyright 2008-2010 Julia Martin, unless otherwise credited.
The person with a happy home life tracks glitter through the world; the solitary person leaves snowprints.
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"The grasshopper warbler's song comes up out of the earth just as you think the day is quietening down. It has no prelude or warm-up: it starts midperformance, as if switched on by the dark, as it if has been singing like this beneath the earth until it was dark enough to come to the surface. As if, though we hardly hear it, this singing never stops."
A Year on the Wing (Tim Dee)
All writing and cartoons on this site copyright 2008-2010 Julia Martin, unless otherwise credited.
If only I'd know all this when I was young, everything might've been different. ;)
ReplyDeleteShirking Work Again
ReplyDeleteClimbing brambles reach
the top of the white trellis
meant for my jasmine
because I have shirked my work
again for dallying with
the likes of your tunes,
the hunting hounds of Harrow,
or your wide green eyes.
This is seriously wonderful. I know, it's sort of tongue in cheek, but sort of not, eh? Anyway. Happy Valentine's day :-)
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