Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Bye, Bye Love


Bye, Bye Love

Nobody gives a damn about angels
Anymore. Bleeding hearts are so
Blasé. Does anyone nowadays hear
The quiet flapping of cherub wings or
The soft impact of Cupid’s
Arrow.

This is now.
And love has grown up.
Big time. Billions of stuff wrapped in
Red and pink paper.
And chocolate in the billions, too
In all configurations. Did you see
The chocolate panties?

Diamonds galore, but only for
One special day. Then it’s back to the
Needs of me and infidelity
And boredom and whatever else
Masquerades as love.

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