... addiction ..., ... Applachia ..., ... experimental ..., ... humor ..., ... life ..., ... love ..., ... pain ..., ... poem ..., ... poems ..., ... poetry ..., ... prose ..., ... relationships ..., ... sins ..., ... the South ..., ... time ..., ... written under the influence ...

Lover’s Quarrel

We are certainly in a pickle;
The essence of eventuality.
No need to muddle in the affairs of others,
No need to inflate the otherwise fickle.

You slew my slowly beating heart
with a glance, a toast, a gasconade!
But there were treason-s waiting in the wings
With anecdotes and soliloquies most tart.

Still Love will always hope to abscond
the brannigans we drum up in premature spite.
The difficulty in bickering with those we Love
Leaves us far too much time to retort and respond.

* To a world of Husbands: Just Shut Up.

Advertisements
Standard

2 thoughts on “Lover’s Quarrel

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s