weren’t the Yankees playing tonight?

in less time than it takes
to sing about it
i fall in love

and i remain in love
for one hour
with the first five notes

of a pop song
that i will loathe
tomorrow

this is how they survive
these worthless songs
stay with me for a bit

jump from me to the next host
then replicate somewhere along
the way

there will be another soon
that sounds the same
that works the same

knowing this
i turn on the radio
waiting

there is something in
the life cycle
that draws me back

it reminds me of something
even as i scratch the wounds
where the tiny barbs were last set

i wait to love the next silly tune
though i know the things i do for love
will shred me everytime

skipped poetry last night.
will be there next week.
will be at the Nov 3rd Club reading tomorrow night.
will be at SPEAK on Wednesday.

sometime in there i’ll breathe and work.

life is a carnival/believe it or not