Jack Kerouac
mindlovemisery's menagerie
his eyes on fire
over the moon to see her again
she'd forgotten his name
looking out the window
on a moonlit night
he watches the break - in
she hugs her pillow
eyes shut tight she prays
to forget him
double malt
the clink of ice cubes
his favourite music
How terrible to forget he name of what/who you love/d maybe they are in the things we remember about them...double malt and ice..what a tender love poem Rallentanda - love often having a shadow which makes you want to hug that pillow tighter and tighter
ReplyDeleteIf I say so myself I am definitely a top pillow hugger:) Thanks Jae Rose !
DeleteThat last one in particular could easily have been attributed to Kerouac. Great job. :-)
ReplyDelete-HA
Exactly what I was thinking, too! :)
DeleteOooo..Thank you:)
ReplyDeleteI wonder if I ever had that effect on women?
ReplyDeleteSilly bugga !
DeleteWhat a great series here!
ReplyDeleteBut the first -- ouch, so painful --- but such is life sometimes, sadly.
Awesome!
I love your first one and last, and your second is an experience I had once.
ReplyDeleteScary experience !
DeleteThese are amazing!
ReplyDeleteVery well done in Jack's style!
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