Dateless

Dates mean nothing. The poems are just ordered as I please. I believe I still have a mostly accurate account of dates elsewhere.

Saturday, February 21, 2004

"The Story"

 I just love Serendipity.  I don't understand it but I damn well love it.

The story below is just one big double entendre, as is the note above.


The story

We've been looking for our story from the start

The way in which we open up our heart

The will and wit to put the beast away

The sense of sentience that won't betray

The wholesomeness that just won't go astray

The human in its glory

None, the stories told, that can transcend

Just happy ever after that won't bend

Those open-ended tales that never end

No, looking to the past won't open heart

There's nothing there, no wisdom to impart

To tell the loving story