Poem Number 19176

emulation emulators roms

This, my solo pitchers in the baseball field of life,
is, I promise only sweetly and with the kind of kindness
that may only pulse like blood in the gums, between gritting teeth,
is going to be a poem about

love.

no, not the louvre, but love.
not loss, not despair, but love.
not a broken record, but love.
not skipping, not a broken record,
love.

at first i was trained as a trapeze artist.
not your common carnie, but a true professional.
i only say this to explain how i jumped,
into, as you may have guessed, love.

in paris, after all the clowns,
i leapt, she caught, over there in midair.
at first i took deep offense.
didn't know why my leap was being messed.

also, she was not wearing a real costume.
i had a grave suspicion, from the redness
of the boots that she was with the clowns.
and she stole my jeweled bangle from my wrist,

yet, it was still love over there, in my early career as a man.

so anyway, after the performance
she introduced me to her father.
i asked the man when i shall be paid?
for he was, in fact, the ringmaster.

looking back moodily, i should not have introduced
that small unhappiness into her life.
i could have, instead, bought pizza for us both
to eat at a nearby seaside, amongst waves and moonlight.

as love would have it, however, it seems
i wasn't the don juan meant to be.
during one of the circus' most famous performances
she fell out (of love), and i fell down.

broke my spine and was declared dead on the spot.
i remember wondering at the chill, seeking her comfort.
they had gone and put me in the freezer while still alive.
then they buried me in the cheapest coffin at a one-man funeral.

and yes. the one man was the damn priest.

i'm waiting here, doing nothing, inert
waiting for my love to return.
hoping for the mercy of her pretty eyes
instead of the loamy smell of dark infinity.

riverfr0zen

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i think this is a captivating story - unusual and unexpected turns in it as with your writing in general - keeps the reader on his/her toes.

my favorite part is definitely the beginning:
"with the kind of kindness
that may only pulse like blood in the gums, between gritting teeth" - God, i love that! lol - NANGA