Poem 125- Secret Meetings

Secret Meetings

We met in secret, under the shade of darkness in a separate city that was dirty and dilapidated.

So she said as she

Walked in the

Streets

I have loved

Alone and

Together.

Don’t be involved

Don’t make things

Circular for no

Good reason

Invest less in

To the streets

That invest nothing

In to themselves

And commit

Nothing to the

Reparations of

Your heart.

Life is hard

She said

You’re no

Good at

Getting

Along with

People she

Said in the zula

Under a flashing

Light.

There are sky scrapers

There I said to them

As I ran EL hagan.

And waited to be

Told we couldn’t

Play. Morality is

Strange my friend

And love it not a picnic

Just find someone who

Will shlap there I said.

And bottles and leaves

Don’t magically appear.

I wish our meetings

Did not have to be secret

in the same way

I wish that the words

They said didn’t hurt

 And unconditional

Was only a word I didn’t know the meaning of to be disappointed by the lack of Its Promoters.

No I wont meet you she said, No it is your fault and No I wont bring it to you.