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love isn't love
by Philip F De Pinto
abbracandlelabra
is one thing
abbracumdabbra is another;
in achieving the latter
two people are thus open to suggestion
thus flipping head over bazookas for each other
is when the javelin tosser yields his remaining time
on the athletic room floor to the discus thrower who
in turn yields it to the flame thrower
while our love is ailing from smoker's cough
it ran roughly in place
on a tread mill where once it had the run of the mill and smooth
and love isn't love unless it dares risk running in this oval field
getting burned to the fourth degree and taking a javelin deep in the soul
and not go chasing discs thrown
by discus thrower with intentions to catch them
in our combined teeth like a dog and return them for love or deposit
once captured the combination of our teeth a discus is not easily dislocated
abbracandelabra
abbacumdabbra nothwithstanding
what have we learned?
we who are opened to suggestion?
that love isn't love when it is fetching nor is it love
when it is running rough and in place
on a tread mill but for love to be love - love must not
run on such mills or in such oval fields
the underneath of which deceased athletes long ceased tossing
and throwing and flaming, sleep - for love to be love
love must jog in mine fields and risk a blowing to kingdomcumlaude
01/20/2013 Posted on 01/20/2013
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 01/21/13 at 01:44 PM I like the inventiveness and unique usage of words employed to convey the deeper message in this work. But *kingdomcumlaude* is my favorite. I enjoyed reading this creative concoction!
definately... *****STELLAR***** |
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