Love Is


a series of fragmentary beach parties
we have no choice but to attend


a voice cries out loud and long
this morning we exist


ah my trick vibrating eyeballs
excuse me while I ruin this piano





[--after Ricardo Aleixo]

6 comments:

Greg Horning said...

Love Is

a line you draw in the sand
with nothing, with nothing at all

Mike Young said...

This is really a terrific poem.

Harry Salmenniemi said...

Excellent!

Tara said...

Nice!

Jesal Kapadia said...

Wow..Too good..your Poem is excellent.

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