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Love's Cliche
Once,
we fucked every chance we could
like two turkeys
a skinny one and a fat one
hammer and tong
riding a last chance train
beating a non-stop tune
the night before Thanksgiving
Now I hunger
after the thinnest peck
our habits icy familiar
see-sawing moods
on a donkey clock of contempt
braying for space
to lick our wounds in separate rooms
Once,
you'd rush to spirit me away
anywhere and everywhere
We'd damn our souls to hell & back
just to be together
and when we couldn't find heaven
for two bits and a dream
we'd make it for ourselves
In the distance
I hear the fading sound of I love you's
watch the mask of your passion
slipping by the day
and somehow
once,
those words seemed all they meant
when we were happily content
to stay in love with love's cliche.
we fucked every chance we could
like two turkeys
a skinny one and a fat one
hammer and tong
riding a last chance train
beating a non-stop tune
the night before Thanksgiving
Now I hunger
after the thinnest peck
our habits icy familiar
see-sawing moods
on a donkey clock of contempt
braying for space
to lick our wounds in separate rooms
Once,
you'd rush to spirit me away
anywhere and everywhere
We'd damn our souls to hell & back
just to be together
and when we couldn't find heaven
for two bits and a dream
we'd make it for ourselves
In the distance
I hear the fading sound of I love you's
watch the mask of your passion
slipping by the day
and somehow
once,
those words seemed all they meant
when we were happily content
to stay in love with love's cliche.
Published 8th Nov 2011
| Edited 15th Feb 2013
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Anonymous
8th Nov 2011 11:35am
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8th Nov 2011 4:03pm
and expertly told with every whistle and bell ringing only the faint echoes of cliches, somehow managing to make them sound like this is where they've belonged all along. Wonderful work, Abra.
Thanks for the tingle
- your insights always valuable, Jolais.
Best ~ Abra
- your insights always valuable, Jolais.
Best ~ Abra
Maybe too much to ask that familiarity remain as exciting and fresh as it once was. It sticks to the surfaces and settles there. Hard to see past it.
Fantastic write Abra
Fantastic write Abra
8th Nov 2011 8:26pm
... soon settles into a snarl of contempt unless you constantly work hard at keeping things fresh.
I've always been too lazy or too stupid to succeed at that.
Thanks for your kind words, Vi - your feedback is always appreciated.
Best ~ Abra
I've always been too lazy or too stupid to succeed at that.
Thanks for your kind words, Vi - your feedback is always appreciated.
Best ~ Abra
Anonymous
11th Nov 2011 00:16am
This poem is written with such clarity of vision I can hardly keep it away from my reading list. It flows like chamber music, and among all the messy, immature love poems out there this one shines like a lighthouse in the dark. The subject matter isn't unique (how could it be?) but your approach to it is, or at least it's skillful. All those glorious similes and metaphors and the way you end with the title are wonderful. The opening stanza is a masterpiece in itself. Thanks for the read, Abra.
7th Dec 2011 2:28pm
This poem sticks out to me because of situations and things I've been through. It brings out understanding of fading love and I really enjoyed it.
10th Apr 2012 5:08pm
glad i came across you- amazing in many ways...ill eloborate more as i familiarize myself with more of your writes
