love is life's last dissapointment
by Lacy D Davis
this line has been bouncing around in the back of my head like a pop song gone horribly wrong for the past three months or so. I've been trying to build a poem around it. Really pulling out all the stops. Total fiction, stream of consciousness, chant, rants, personal to the extreme...and it just isn't coming together. And everyday, I'll be putting my contacts in and I'm staring into my eye in the mirror and its stinging like it wants to jump from its socket, and there it is "Love is life's last dissapointment". I'm at work with a 40-pound tray on my shoulder, an over-done 10oz sirloin about two centimeters from my cheek--"Love is life's last dissapointment". I'm feeding gas into that schone maschine of mine and "Love is life's last dissapointment" It's clear that it's not going away till its written. I just don't have the heart to write it.
Dimgray, not a mistake. Silver, not a lining in sight.
05/30/2003
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