Monday, December 19, 2011

What Happens When You Settle Down

I put away my
pretty orange vest
and toss away my
wing-tipped salesman shoes.

Love means
no more parade,
poetry over,
the end of the pleas.

The world of aspiration
thins, fantasy assumes
its valid translucent form,
all is tame. Days pass.

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