I write in reaction

Someone something inspires me

More often than not

However what looks good

On the plate or

In the picture or

In the mind’s eye

Turns out to be

As flat as a

Previously opened bottle of

Soda or snowfall on

Sidewalks or in this

Case someone too good

To be realistically true

Here we go again

Oh you’re a poet

I’m asked at parties

You must be ro-MAN-tic

Now who said THAT

By ro-MAN-tic do you

Mean affectionate yes I’m

That I am affectionate

Are you a LUUU-ver

By LUUU-ver do you

Mean have I loved

Yes I have I

Have loved many times

But by romantic do

You mean that I

Ponder to understand the

Depths of loves despair

Of lonely overly imbued

Scantily clad cocktail guests

That are as desperate

As a camel searching

For an oasis from

Which to sate themselves

Only to read about

It here tomorrow morning

Then yes sweetheart I’m

A poet and romantic

*and she staggers off