What can be worse than the complete agony of being in love? Yet what could possibly be a more enriching experience? Some of these entries arise out of the euphoria of first love and the rape of innocence; the rest reflect the musings of a more mature poet: one who is compelled to accept the absurdity of the transient world, but has the courage to romance it nevertheless. At times it is not even poetic... too brutal to be so. But therein lay the catharsis: purgation of life’s follies.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Look in the mirror That is not you You would never love him Sour cigarettes and heartburn
Mottled leaves in green bottles That was home sweet home Heartthrobs and heart throbs They shall cut this tree too