Ode To Marilyn
It’s been decades now.
I guess it’s safe to speak,
Of the sweetest love, as sought,
By the gods of the Greek.
Her name was Marilyn,
I would never forget her.
She was a star in her own right.,
None were ever better.
She taught at modest schools,
And at the finest university.
Her skills were never honed or shown,
Before teaching this student of adversity.
She taught linguistics enthusiastically,
She taught at colleges, even State.
If I were the better student,
I should never graduate.
Other teachers would teach me.
Some, I would marry.
Some could inflict,
All the pain one could carry.
My omni-lingual mistress,
Conveyed clearly every word,
A masterpiece of love,
As has ever been seen or heard.
She spoke fluently of the history, biology.
Architecture, and science of love,
She was aggressively active,
And as passively, peaceful as a dove.
Shopping For A Used Car At The Demolition Derby.
I look at every wreck,
To see if some salvage can be had.
But some repairs can run too deep,
And drive the mechanic mad.
If I take a dent out of there,
And put some shine over here,
I’ll have a relic from the ruin,
The labor of love will become so dear.
She was an earlier model,
But still looking pretty good,
You can’t judge a cover by the book,
Better check under the hood.
Some wires were crossed.
She ran hot from substance abuse.
She was creepy and cranky,
With more than a screw or two loose.
She evoked memories,
Of poetry of soft spoken rhymes.
Memories of long ago loves,
Of long ago times.
But the memory becomes,
A bit less obscured,
When one realizes the cost and loss,
And she can’t be cured.
It’s quite amusing really,
Yes, whimsically bizarre,
I’m shopping at demolition derbies,
To find a clean used car.
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