Fourteen Poems of Fourteen Words,
contributed to 14 Words For Love
They say, “love the one you’re with.”
But what if I’m with Granny Smith?
Can’t sell me Love™, but keep on trying.
I’m sure someone else is buying.
Ginsburg is better than lingerie.
Congress, in truth, is not always play.
You call me a lesser cut?
My loin’s too tender for your tasteless butt.
Valentine’s sentiment is but a veneer
To obscure the outrage that we live in fear.
Keats was sweet on unheard music.
If only he’d lived long enough to sing.
[Keats’s Grave. Photo By Giovanni Dall’Orto, via Wikimedia Commons.]
We’ll be ashes before long.
Shall we gasp the Valentine song?
Is that wrong?
If it’s not love, it need not—can’t— do.
Gamergate, Rodger, Rice. And you?
“My Funny Valentine”:
Chromatic inner line.
I’d walk miles to hear that muted trumpet.
[“Miles Davis by Palumbo” by Tom Palumbo from New York City, USA. Licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0 via Wikimedia Commons.]
Fourteen, and fourteen.
Spent am I.
Time to stop, sleep, and snore.