all I've learned from love


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for the fedora man, 10/29/17 10:34am

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another song done me wrong on a Sunday morn,
so much due to do, a list not for compilation/publication,
including poems promised and weighty deadlines overdue,
for its tedium would still be lbs. heavy in weightless space

instead a lyric plucks my attention, of course beeping,
insistent chirping a chorus of, write me right now,
immédiatement dans son français de Montréal,
this is the item that needs to be list topping,
now whispering a messenger-angel name dropping
a request formal from the fedora man dressed in black

all I've learned from love,  
a listing doomed to comprehensible incompletion,
a listing to the right as new reasons in-come
constantly from the left, each heart beat a
remarkable reminder that the list grows longer

every day, the repeating seasons, proffer suggestions,
disguised as a newly revised ten commandments,
obedience to which is a wish list for
attaining grace

all I've learned from love is its duality, essential quality,
a human single cannot attain the commingling required
for the visioning a peak season of life colorful,
its sad corollary, leaves falling exposing the body bare-****** of the soul linear alone

all I've learned from love is its shining skin is an agreed upon
indefinable nature, other than we all recognize how our
definition personal exists in that Ven diagrams space where
our circles intersect, when A breaks the skin of B, creating
{A,B}

all I've learned from love is without it no matter what
somewhere inside is a desperation pocket that is
an inquisitive irritant, a brain burr, a pea under the mattress,
a high and mighty 1% of disarmament incompetence that rules the imbalanced balance of my bottom line on the top of my head

all I've learned from love that it appears on its own timetable,
in surprising trains and planes and baseball games, sitting
alone in a theater or in front of a Rubens, on crazy disastrous
first dates in foreign countries at cafes or non gender
specific bathrooms amidst alternating currents of
this is crazy and this is infinite and ever so sobering
wondrous possible

all I've learned from love is it never shoots straight,
but will always end in a holy bullseye

*Tout ce que j'ai appris de l'amour, c'est qu'elle ne tire jamais directement,
mais se terminera toujours dans une sainte bullseye

...and long after I have given up,
my heart still searches for you
without my permission...

there  ✧  is  ✧  a  ✧  star
will sleep until             it is destroyed
what we are                          and spills out life
       where our essence                                    into the void       
      become a part of the sky                   and what wise hand      
      you and I                                                             may­ fabricate      
moons and planets                                           the many things  
melting out into the night                                     that it creates  
      incandescent searing light                          moons and planets        
till the Sun begins to turn                                stone and metal  
burn whatever they can burn                           running water  
until only monsters remain                            flower petals  
     and up the chain                                       moving round      
  on and on                                   by their own power    
      to eat the bees                                    little bees          
       little birds                 to eat the flowers        
singing sweetly in the trees

Borrowed from the sun
Magnetic beams Coalesce
Charismatic soul