Romantic for Hire

The bile costs nothing.  It flows from me
Freely, but sweetness is difficult.  You'll
Have to pay.  If you do, I will conjure
A sky without clouds, a burbling river,
A field full of flowers, and songbirds
Hell bent on delighting your soul, a basket
Containing fried chicken and salad;
Wine, which we'll cool in that river we've
Heard, and we'll lay on a blanket,
And marvel together at how nice the day
Is, how good life can be, but I'll have to be
Paid off.  My life's not that sweet.  Only
Bile erupts from my pen without effort,
And comes to you without a fee.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-08-12 at 01:43

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Sameen
Fuck, you're good.
2022-08-12


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh Gosh! Written by the knurled hand of the sage, this verse!

(I do sort of beg to differ, because it sounds to me as the utopian time you are offering comes from love, which can really only be genuine when it is given freely.)

That said, I get where you are coming from in these lines... in a time where life itself has a cost that increasingly looks as though it may never be paid. :(

Allen
2022-08-12