Love, thine enemy


Image: (detail) Everything Scatter, Mixed Media Installation, 2013 [Heidi Sincuba]


Love is not a bus I board

I do not wait for it

It does not come for me


Love is just a winding road

It isn’t on the grid

And has no strategy


Love is not a humbl’ abode

I mustn't inhabit

It or furnish the dream


Love is not the heap I hoard

It doesn’t fill the pit

It’s not my property


Love’s a thing I can’t afford

Though I should make profit

I choose economy


Love ain’t no ideal award

I should be proud of it

But it is temp’rary


Love is not a mighty lord

It is not something writ

It is not known to read


Love is not a minor chord

It’s not a note I hit

I cannot hear it beat


Nor is it demeaned to nought

It’s not a deficit

That’s an inacc’racy


Other people fit the mould

This much I must admit

It's my own tragedy


Somehow when I’m in the ward

I soar to the summit

But ne’er flee gravity


Love can’t make my shoulders broad

It doesn’t keep me fit

It leaves me just as weak


It can’t even steer my ford

I can’t rely on grit

To cut propensity


So I mustn’t drop my guard

It seeps in bit by bit

I’ll think it’s voluntary


Kill it with my bitter sword

I cannot e’er permit

This foul discrepancy


See that love is just a war

I do not know it yet

But there’s no victory


Love has left me so distraught

A friend I must omit

It is my enemy


Love is not a hand I hold

It doesn’t give a shit

It isn’t there for me