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Click hereThe only way to fall in love
is to drop off a forty-story building,
because you have some time to think on the way down
of this and that, and how she views
all kinds of things: Is she cats or dogs? Or (shudder) both?
Can you chill with her in-laws?
Is she political or, even, vote?
('Cuz if she does, there could be flaws.)
Anyway, as you lazily approach the ground
and lovelorn spatter all about the impact point
on furniture or roof or garden, just focus on your feelings now.
Because you're flying, bud. Like, flying.
That about sums it up. Well said, beautifully said. I've been arguing with a friend for weeks who is trying to treat her current state of falling in love like a financial report with checks and balances. Splat.
brilliant. two slight hickups in the reading for me
'Is she political or, even, vote?'
how about 'is she political or, even, a voter?'
the second,
'and lovelorn spatter all about the impact point'
i wonder if 'splatter' should be plural...?
i love the impact of the beginning and love the 'voice' this poem carries. thanks for sharing.
Am I wrong if I laughed? Maybe cicadas think the same when they hit the windshiled during love bug season. I didn't see your poem this morning or I would've mentioned it in the new review poems. Good that today's reviewer caught it.