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.

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[Corset]

omg! Dana! I have tears in my eyes i'm laughing so hard, this line especially "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?" yah killin' meh. I too have wondered about Yoko, it's not something that is measured by appearances, it's more like you are having the worst day of your life and something they said, or wrote or did comes to mind and you find yourself humming when you should be crying, and crying when you should be humming. lol, love is the strangest thing. Love is never having to say you are sorry, cause there is nothing they could do that you can't rationalize away, lol. In other words, what the hell? Yoko???

[h d e rushin]

I use to think out loud about Lennon and Yoko...I mean, what he thought of her as she aged prematurely before him. Perhaps love is the de-facto consistency , the absence of obstructions that
AE Houseman said. Thanks for these many years for being there for me dear Corset...much love.dana

[Corset]

yes, but what about McCartney and his wife, Linda who he married three times and stayed with till she died of breast cancer, he was married twice over before finding the right one, and who can explain WHY she was the right one, maybe she just had the most stickwithit stuff.

[h d e rushin]

I imagine that was it Corset....some kind of 'stickwithit' stuff that puts fame and adulation
in their back pockets and say "I love you', and actually mean it. Odds on, pretty sure, having a better than even chance, I will never know such love...I haven't stopped trying though....dana

[Corset]

neither have I my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes the oddest pairings of people get together...and we wonder why...but most often the so called perfect couples never make it...i asked the same thing way back when...Why Yoko? How Yoko?

but they had something awfully special...and when we think about it...often the person we are with...might seem to make no sense... and yet...it works.

even if "so unpredictably atrocious"

excellent piece, dana.

j.

[h d e rushin]

so true Jacob. Thank you for those wonderful words to wake up with my friend...dana