Love is horribly
Hard it’s never
How we think
It should be
And there’s the
Thing “should” there’s
No thing to
Love or even
No thing to
Linking but love
Boy get this
You might be
Famous and you
Might be somebody
But you’re nobody
Until listed period
Love is horribly
Hard it’s never
How we think
It should be
And there’s the
Thing “should” there’s
No thing to
Love or even
No thing to
Linking but love
Boy get this
You might be
Famous and you
Might be somebody
But you’re nobody
Until listed period
Imagine
Me thinking
About it
Imagine me thinking about it thinking about
Absolutely
What then
Infinity
Or infinity
Plus 1
And yet you
Know that it’s
About our third
And that maybe
What hasn’t happened
Has before before
And that there
In that silence
Something new born
Idea: equal/good
And that began
All this called
Quiet re gentrification
Knock yourselves out!
Do any of
You know what
It’s like to
Let life go
It’s a dark silence
Absence of laughter
Absence of glee
Absence of anything
Remotely curiously normal
Yet there in
That incubus that
Hothouse of thought
Spawned ideas of
Baldwin and Stoppard
That may be
Love was simpler
Than we thought
That maybe just
Maybe love was
Just simply love
I hear children
Around me giggles
Of people that
They know not
That I am
I am nothing
But they those
Giggles are but
God’s laughter here