When the day is done
the sunburned moon
breaks down on the lonely river.

Glistening in her tears
the river carries her away to the sea.

who knows where
love goes
when it disappears

maybe it just leaks out
of holes in people's
hearts and collects

perhaps somewhere
there is a Great Lake
of mingled lost loves

each missing
the lovers
who lost them

each hoping
to be found
and held close
again

   ~mce

what's wrong with you ?
they ask me all  the time.
i'm wrong  with me ,
i'm too much to live with .

Contempt is so easy.
Everyone who is not a saint
has their own laundry list.

Mine used to include:

bankers, generals, politicians,
voters, the smugly uneducated,
the greedy, loyal employees
and so on, World Without End.

I no longer have a list.

Not because I have
achieved compassionate
enlightenment,
but because
I realized that all of
the above suffer from
acute stupidity.

The only cure for
stupidity is death.

Now I am comfortable
in the knowledge that,
while not beneath contempt,
they will all vanish
beneath the earth.

Don't mean ******* nothing.

What a load off!

   ~mce

The girl in the checkout line
ahead of me is dangerously gorgeous.
In the way of the very young,
she insouciantly wears next to nothing.

I imagine myself twenty-one.
I would finagle a way to meet her.
We would fall in love.
We would make love. We would make
even more love and so on.
I would buy her a house, appliances,
a minivan. We would have two
teenaged daughters who would loathe me.
I would take out a second mortgage
to pay for their braces, clothes,
educations and weddings and divorces.
They would move away and rarely see me.

I would come to rest in some
******* of a nursing home wondering
who I am and what the hell happened.

Then she turns and walks out of my life.

I pay for my frozen pizza and cigarettes
smiling about just how lucky I am.

  ~mce