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A truly ‘Generic Love Poem’

Posted in Finds, Words with tags , , , , on April 7, 2010 by Mitch Leuraner

I found this poem earlier tonight on Hello Poetry:

Generic Love Poem

by Kirsty MacDonald

Call a                          doctor/ plumber/ priest*
My heart is               broken/ leaking/ deceased*
My life is                   worthless/ so much better/ over*
I’m going to              kill myself/ tell your wife/ Dover*
How could you         leave me/ not know/ lie?*
I hope you                return my stuff/ come back/ die*
I’ll never                   forget you/ forgive you/ go away*
I need                        closure/ a DNA test/ to tell you I’m gay*
Your                           face/ crotch/ top of your back*
Is                                so beautiful/ lumpy/ unusually slack*
Your                           ex/ mother/ best friend from school*
Always made me      great coffee/ feel inadequate/ drool*
I will                           miss you/ kill you/ stalk you forever*
That way we can      be friends/ get away with it/ be together*
I’m sorry                   you did this/ I did this /we failed*
I promise to               pay you/ dye it back/ get you bailed
Please don’t               leave me/ show the Polaroids/ write or call*

(*delete as appropriate, just delete it all…..)

Very clever!

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Invisible

Posted in Finds with tags , , , , on February 23, 2010 by Mitch Leuraner

Stumbled on this tonight: Invisible.

I like it.

It made me think about my own neighbours and the anxiety they cause me by simply being outside as I leave or return home.  I think I would be happy to have this woman live above me.

Denial

Posted in Thoughts with tags , , on February 11, 2010 by Mitch Leuraner

Whoever said that absence makes the heart grow fonder was in denial.  What absence actually does is make the mind grow suspicious, and it happens that we tend to rationalize that suspicion by calling it love.

Of course most of the time the suspicion in subconscious.  We have no idea that the sick feeling in the pit of the stomach is a product of millions of years of evolution that have conditioned us to be worried about losing a partner.  We just know that the feeling goes away when that partner returns.

Other times the suspicion is more obvious. We start to think about things that the partner could be doing without us – terrible things that we know we could never live with.  And that is when accusations are made – whether they be spoken out loud, or just in the mind.  Of course, this suspicion is merely a form of jealousy that grows as it feeds on itself.

Jealous suspicion begins so easily, and it is a byproduct of loving someone enough to worry about losing them.

But let’s face it, jealous suspicion is no more love itself than is the beating a jealous husband gives his wife ‘for her own good’.

No, absence does not make the heart grow fonder.

On the other hand,  absinthe – now that’s another story…

Your lies

Posted in Words with tags , , on February 8, 2010 by Mitch Leuraner

are so transparent.

I don’t know if I am more upset

by the lies proper

or

the fact that you think

I am stupid enough to believe.

Now:

Posted in Words with tags , on February 8, 2010 by Mitch Leuraner

you run,

I wait,

we pretend.

For how long?

Paying

Posted in Words with tags , , on February 8, 2010 by Mitch Leuraner

your share,

of utility bills,

of grocery bills,

of our common everyday life expenses,

is not unreasonable.

You lie

Posted in Words with tags , , on February 8, 2010 by Mitch Leuraner

to friends,

to family,

to my face.

I lie awake.