Myopic tragedy unfolds
Cupid’s trajectory elliptical perfection
Focal point down wind of intention
Undershoots the mark
Awareness consumes the prey
Soft heart turns to jerky
Cooing turns to rage
Rage turns to motion
Cupid’s reload flawless
Curare visits flesh
Vacuous breaths strain the lobes
Bones weep as muscles mollify
Fresnel vision projects the fractal sideshow
Until the curtains draw closed
What’s love got to do with it?
Copyright 2010 Patrick Granfors
Love,
Sage
Cooing turns to rage
Doesn't sound good at all.
Well said, Patrick.
Your friend, mark
Ron
Cheers,
Dan
Man are you smart...I'm going to have to look up half of these words. Say, do you know I read "Tower of Power" and that one you wrote about your boss at a Christmas party bottoms up for a bit of uplifting when I'm blue?
Best Wishes,
Christine