There's a ringing bell somewhere
Everything is strangely sparkling
Unfamiliar words floating around
The cold breeze is somehow feels nice

Is this what a love can do?

When black and white turn to gray,
Left and right lose their way
In the drab they lose direction,
Stalled at the intersection,
There we ponder which is best.
North?
South?
East, or West?
How many tolls must we pay?
Which is best?
It’s wrong to say,
Don’t ask
Don’t tell
That’s the code,
Common law,
No king of this road
Just a queen with no where to be,
Hail her royal majesty
©B L Costello 2019

poetry is not

a frugal matter...

it's like being at a

Greek wedding where

plates are smashed and

money is thrown.

at the two birdies wing

to wing.

i am so confused
i am so amused
always running circles
always checking on you