Friday, October 17, 2014


A Year and a Half Later

I certainly attempted not to care.
I studied indifference as if it were algebra.
It didn’t help. It was like drowning a beachball,
Picking a fight with the nature of things.
I still don’t think love is a good thing—

Though softly it arrives, it departs as grief—
But harder than steel, harder than diamonds
Is the heart’s will, something so inhuman
In our humanity, we don’t think it belongs to us.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Pop it or drain the pool.
Dam beach ball
fight fight
against the light
a lead beach ball what a fright
Instead its buoyant without fail
consciousness is still about
not just swirling down a toilet like a brown trout. I try to write but its a blunder so much for stealing me uncles thunder