- Non-Erotic Poetry
- fickle
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Somewhere by the roadside of Tuscon, AZ, a velvet painting of Jesus forgiving the Magdalene became to weep with frustration and I became wet with the knowledge that you did not love me.
Later--
My heart is held in an iron jar, and the key has gone out, this time with the waitress from down the road.
- COMMENTS
Amyfriendabout 17 years agoso deep that it reminds me of an old song that I heard on the radio a few weeks ago called McArthur Park. I did a little search on the web and the words went like this: "McArthur's park is Melting...someone left the cake out in the rain...I dont think that I can take it.?".....Well I couldn't figure that one out either, but I'm just a dumb blonde anyway.
LeBrozabout 17 years agoA strange little prose vision about more than a shallow love (we've most all been there).
KOLKOREabout 17 years agoHere is a conundrum: what is “fickle” exactly referring to? Is it exactly the man whose love is as shallow and fleeting as his insincere, or maybe worse -highly shallow tokens of broken heart? Or is it the case that fickle are those ubiquitous expressions which are supposed to be sincere, conveying utmost heartbreak and frustration and yet we soon find that they are as deep and stable as a wrapping paper over lunch time hamburger? In that case it might be an effort at a parody on the overly serious; exaggerated and worst -repetitive expressions of eternal romantic love (or lost love) which are broken (or deem irrelevant) almost as soon as they are conveyed? Look at it as the fall out after Valentine day…
