I know that love is the best state to be in.
Desire made the Greeks and Romans Greeks
and Romans. Desire makes the makeup run.
Desire is why old music leapt over rooftops
and improvement made sure improvement got done.
Love made the eye hit home runs and shoulders type love poems in the candle dark.
I love when love first loves. That first spark.
And a million flames afterwards. Interest
panting after interest. News fresh and exciting.
The thrill when the invitation is inviting.
God it was good to love you. But evil love
has consolidated power. Every contest
(Jeopardy, sports, politics) is rigged. Philosophy has surrendered
to short term gain.
Excellence exists in small videos of the past.
Contemporary life is lonely and insane.
I listen to Mozart for hours. I’ve finally accepted your
prophecy. You told me love wouldn’t last.
The madness of the new is running downhill.
And if I object, I make it worse, still.