Poem #5

Romana 10/14/2011 revision

Write the logic on a scrap of wax paper,

To be incinerated in a fire of eternity,

Love is a rebellious, flittering bird,

That no men or horses can ever tame.

We are blindly impelled onward,

Chasing fickle feelings aloft in a breeze,

Grasping, grabbing, attempting to own,

That which is just wishful illusion.

A promised quest for endless new love,

Names written on flimsy paper towels,

Frustrating desires to have and to hold,

Fueled by fantasies never to be known.

Driven by fuzzy, primeval instinct,

Serving manifest genetic agendas,

While the cosmic clock ticks onward,

Unencumbered by change and death.