it is hard to write poetry
when one is in love
everything is a bouquet of roses, breakfast in bed
fairytale happy endings
not a life to illustrate with words
they've said it all before

do you want to read of my pleasantries?
there is nothing new
all of it is something you already know
good buddies, margaritas, familiarity

get out while you can!
why, I can't find a life worse than a rat in a cage!
and though bars are of steel
the beds are of cotton
we sleep like angels in heaven

I've found some sort of peace in
breathing easy