Sometimes, even often, I find that looking at things in a way that is different is very fun. At times it almost becomes like writing mythology or wise saws. But for me both of these come with a snarky edge as oft as not. So here are some observations on love.
Ebb and Flow
Diana is full of lust,
would take Neptune to bed
but Jupiter on his throne
just smiles and shakes his head.
He said, "For all your foolishness
you will be the pair
who rush to meet each other
then retreat in despair.
I will set my timepiece
to this symbol of your pride
and pass the word to mariners
who will mark your changing tide."
Then he turned his attention
to all the wayward men
said, "You have been watching them
with a wink and a grin.
The task of finding sex
will make their struggles seem mundane
for I'll endow each gender
with an entirely different brain."
When romance seems more distant
than the craters of the moon
curse the Roman gods of old
who wrote this universal tune."
Living Barbie
I knew a wondrous girl,
perhaps her name was Sally,
her breasts were augmented—
her cleavage silicon valley.
Her lips were full and pouty—
blessed by botox,
and generous gluteal pads
curved her buttocks.
With perfect, round nipples
that begged to be caressed—
enchanting like
buttons on a Leprechaun's vest.
And I know her pulchritude
won't sag or fade away,
for diamonds are forever—
plastic forever and a day.