Love Song

Love Song

 

Love walks all over town in those big boots

Looking for a stomping ground

Listening for a breaking sound

Looking for a cracked shell

under the foot

of a giant.

Big boots slapping around

like a lost cause, I hear a train give

 a ticket to cry

Should have been a one night stand

Should have been the last one to fall for

a dream scene

& I was.

I wish I had a long night

& that I could fight back

but I keep finding pieces to hide.

I should have smashed the hope chest

with the fake lace

& the wooden top

that covered the lies

& your eyes

always lie.

 

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

The first line is perhaps the finest single set-up of a poem I've ever read--the idea of love walking about in huge, ungainly clodhoppers is so counter-intuitive, but you make it work marvelously. The last six lines are equally magnificent. A wonderful, wonderful piece of writing.

[CarolinaBlu]

i've examined this numerous times & the pureness wrapped in wisdom covers all the avenues of your introspective wanderings. a limpidness ingenious journey . . .

[Phil Sanders]

Superbly written .. the angst shines through ...

[Emily B]

oh, Phibby. The boots and the hope chest are all images that I can identify with. . . the lying eyes, well, who can't identify with that, too. This is wonderfully written.