what i plan on saying to your mythical a*s.

trying to sound like my friend Jacob.

WHAT IS THIS THING ABOUT LOVE ANYWAY;

A person sharing another person's medium strawberry shake?

Or holding the jiffy-lube  hand  of a man who

changes tires and drains the oil from the cars of strangers.

Oil isn't blood. Nor is it any secret, permissive beeswax

you take on the train and stick

under the "nofoodandbeveragesallowed" sign. It is

finally what you expect from others when the day is done

and sawdust soaks up the spillage of

that which remains of you.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Laughing because this is neither you nor jacob... it's a piece of wonderful' jacoana, pithy, witty and ... different! What you say about love, mythical a*s and all is quite something surreal.. tongue in cheek smiling insolence at best and worse.

Just re.read your homage, homily or whatever and am laughing tho feel i shouldn't be.. love being what it was at the end of a day.

[h d e rushin]

You're my hero and my heroin all in one. Until I came here I had never known or talked to another poet. I have been truly blessed by you all...dana

[emmajoy]

Come to the conclusion that poetic-type peoples have an inexplicable word core. it dictates how we think, how we interpret what we see, feel, hear. The comes the 'How' - some obey the rules, some are anarchists, write their own rules in whatever tone or colour ..there are no rights and wrongs. There are merely.. WORDS..

[emmajoy]

(TheN comes)

[Terpsichore]

'I am feverishly trying to find another group of
people outside of writerscafe, in the 'real' world.'

I'm a relative newcomer to this VERY REAL community and I have to tell you that it boasts some of the best writers it has ever been my pleasure to come across. Why bother moving house when you have found a home.

Loved both the poem and the title. T

[h d e rushin]

thank you dear friend....dana

[Audrey Murray]

again another interesting perspective I am intrigued by your line breaks , they are unusual but work very well I like the humour , I was a little skeptical about clicking on the poem as I don't see the need for some of the language used today but I was rewarded with brilliance,wonderful word pictures and a very thoughtful question

[h d e rushin]

thank you again Audrey......dana

[JC]

as always I dig it. whatever style your trying doesn't change the fact that you have your own mind and that minds voice is amazing.

[h d e rushin]

thank you JC...I've missed you terribly.....dana

[Clara]

What IS this thing about love?
I suppose it is a state of madness. Your poem reminds me of Louis de Bernières' quote: "Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.”

I appreciate your attempt to write like Jacob , but I truly think your own voice is wonderful Dana!

[h d e rushin]

thank you so much Clara for those wonderful remarks my friend....And you're right...It might justread morethank you so much Clara for those wonderful remarks my friend....And you're right...It might just
be a sort of madness.....dana

[Clara]

It is, thank you for sharing your write!

[W.k.kortas]

Trying to write an erin-cliberto is a weighty task, as his voice and phrasing are very distinctive, indeed, not that your own voice and phrasing isn't unique in its own right. Still, there are hints of the good jacob here, with the piece's admirable brevity, and "sawdust soaks up the spillage" could be dropped into one of jacob's pieces and not be out of place at all. But this is you, and yours, and what strikes me is the notion of that "spillage of/that which remains of you", the notion of that which seems mundane and everyday and how you tie it into something universal, or in this case something larger than oneself that is no longer evident, leaving the dry details behind. Marvelous, marvelous, and more marvelous.

[h d e rushin]

I am feverishly trying to find another group of people outside of writerscafe, in the 'real' worldread moreI am feverishly trying to find another group of people outside of writerscafe, in the 'real' world
perhaps who as kind to me as my friends are here. Thank you my friend.....dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

those shakes are pretty tasty....and if we don't share? or have no one to share with?
something's missing from the flavor...

jiffy lube hands are slippery...often so is love...when the day is done...it often slips away.

[h d e rushin]

My failure to sound like you my friend is a testament to how much éclat and true brilliance
that you write with. Like riding a motorcycle or baking a home made pizza, it's much harder
than it looks......thank you my friend for the influence.....dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

on the other hand...I have been much influenced and inspired by your writing, dana.

and I thank you for that.

j.