Thank god this month is over. Today was another exhausting (yet rewarding) experience. Another short film made. Well — shot, at least; editing still to come.
I’ve been planning this poem for a couple of weeks now, so it was quick & easy to record as variations of it have been roiling though my mind ever since I conceived of it as a fairly neat way to wrap up & round out this month.
A list poem, that in turn, contains several ideas/lines that might themselves become their own poems this month.
the weird love,
the tyrannical distance, the disparate time zones, the clashing schedules, the near twenty years, the roller coaster that never coasts, the bicoastal bipolar, the unromantic romance, the life-is-not-a-fairytale, the beautiful beast, the beastly beauty, the attractive repulsion, the anxious agony, the unmated souls, the singing universe, the sparkling shiver, the cold silence, the nagging thorn, the out-of-sync hearts, the half-made promise, the broken chain, the joke that bombed, the unequal exchange, the one word reply, the stranger in the bed, the intimate inmate inside the head, the reluctant endearments, the belligerent confessions, the definitions of love, the expectations on love, the ramifications if it is love,