two poems of love
at home working a
knock
on the door tom comes up
i'm at my desk he sits
on the bed
i'm listening to elston
gunn he picks up
my guitar
plays a jorma kaukonen
song tom like me
is living
the gay way guys guys
girls girls that's how it
works out
we could try it on but
don't i can't imagine it
but now
as i write it down i am
imagining it i can't
make it work
am i on my back or knees
but we don't we talk he plays
i wonder
why is he here i think
he wants to try it on
i wonder
why me a kind of love maybe
~
linear life is here to there
zoom
get up go go some more
go to bed repeat
no curvature
in the process no more
than the tracks the tunnel
and glory be
oh but the day surely
that is 'round about circular
'round and 'round
get paid go 'round and 'round
get nowhere fling bits of accomplishment
mean nothing
no thing at all pay the rent
buy coffee linear
circular
keats on the green chin on hand
no the epitome of mundane
unhappy
but for love she says gotta love
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2017-11-30 at 05:22
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