Love.

Wasn't I the one who asked,

why yoko ono anyway

when there were legions willing to drop dead at the feet of Lennon (Lenin)?

I still sit like the spider in my windowsill thinking, is it God or some

beneficent agent of the sky that points a human to the horizon?

Then you learn  that after a certain age,

the things that turn your armpits into flowering olives; makes you turn the twisted tiara,

the reluctant hand holding into some willing sex explosion. I mean

how many centuries did we grope in nothing but a tsunami? in our wrinkled

old age suites? It might just be Love, I thought.

The day after Halloween 2012:

Been up since 2am willing the clock you gave to me

would set it's own goddamn self back.

Shitting my brains out from the Twix'es and the tender Hershey bars

that sparkle in their clear cream like sapphires.

Then you call thru the bathroom door, "You Ok"?

Your voice echoing as if the grandest canyon

had swooped down above our heads. Not everyone would do this.

Not everyone could make me feel wanted in this instance.

Because finally, love is,

once lavished, so unpredictably atrocious.

I mean when you sit and think about it.

Reviews

[daninstockholm]

i like!! I love how you combine images in your lines, your tone and the whole bloody thing,

[h d e rushin]

"bloody" I think means entire....lol......Thank you daninstockhold for your kind remarks....dana

[daninstockholm]

you're very welcome, and thank you!

[CD Campbell]

You absolutely kill me!! That is love. Shitting your brains out and hearing an honest question of concern is priceless. What is even more priceless is the art of a putting any of that in a literary context and pulling it off. You do it so well Dana.

[h d e rushin]

thank you so much CD for those words of inspiration my friend....dana

[Ed Hart]

just look at the things we've called 'love' over this stretched out life, and the various souls we've pinned our prospects on...but finally when we're emotional scar tissue heat to toe, a little bit of the clear light lands on is (even in the can) and we taste in that instant what it's like to be home free...you are the wonder in my poetry cup, dana

[h d e rushin]

thank you dear poet Ed Hart for those kind words....dana

[Beccy]

Perhaps we too often sit and think about it, rather than just accept that it simply is how it all works.

I don't know really, it's just too confusing sometimes; but to never have loved, is never to have lived.

Beccy.

[h d e rushin]

dearest Beccy...thank you so much for those kind remarks my friend...dana

[Steven]

Because finally, love is,

once lavished, so unpredictably atrocious.

I mean when you sit and think about it."


What's so perfect about this is you took something too lofty and brought it where it should be--real. All done while sitting on "the John" (nice allusion)

[h d e rushin]

missed you terribly Steven....Thanks for stopping by...dana

[Reflexion]

I really enjoyed this piece. So many things are completely backward in our world, like love being for the young. Real love is only for the evolved, and that has very little to do with age sometimes. It is amazing how easy it is to get people to conform to an ideal, and not only conform to, but be confident in their ability to place a value judgment. Who really knows when and where anything is supposed to happen. Not me. And it sounds like not you. That's a refreshing connection. Thanks!

Namaste.

Kevin

[writing mojo]

what wisdom.. true love is concerned when your at your worse in need, that was amazing master piece

[h d e rushin]

thank you brother......dana

[78Jon]

Hmm. It's hard to follow without a rhyming scheme.

[h d e rushin]

I don't even know what a rhyming scheme is.......send me an example...lol...dana

[78Jon]

Here is a rhyme scheme: I'm not a poet and you know it.........I don't write rhymes or handle sleezy slimes............My name is Jon, Not Don or Juan............and you look good, morning wood?

[h d e rushin]

No thanks 78jon....I like my version better....

[78Jon]

Lol. Ok. No problem.

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked how you defined love.
"Not everyone could make me feel wanted in this instance.
Because finally, love is,
once lavished, so unpredictably atrocious."
Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[h d e rushin]

thank you my dear friend....dana

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Poet.

[W.k.kortas]

As Warren Zevon once wrote "There ain't much to country livin'/Sweat, piss, jizz and blood." There is a certain lyrical feel to this piece, but it comes (pun not intended...it just happened) down to the notion ( a suitably comic one expressed with no small bit of humor) that the ultimate and final act of love is every bit as messy as...well, taking a s**t. This piece is not simple bathroom humor in any sense, however; there is a true appreciation for the interweaving of love and relationship, of its simple kindnesses, such as the inquiry at the bathroom door, and it's tnendency to be, at least at times, "unpredicatably atrocious". Once again, you've delivered the goods.

[h d e rushin]

love the analogy to country living wk. and perhaps it does take "balls" (if I have any left) to discern the rightful difference between what love is and what love can become; since it's initial design is to terrify then sooth. Thank you my friend for finding me again dana

[Ed Hart]

to me, 'love' like 'god' is a hollow word, and each of us fills it with the meaning we carry with us ...hormones have their own definition, as well as enduring care...your pen is a mighty sword for sure