VALENTINE TRIP

Love is confusing
like swallowing sugar lumps
dripping LSD
tasting oh so sweet
then followed by delusions,
dry mouth and tremors.

Roger Armbrust
February 16, 2016

VALENTINE VIRUS

“My love is as a fever,” Shakespeare said.

Lo, I fear now at Valentine’s it’s come

a virus, spreading to confuse each head

and heart, leaving some shaken souls winsome,

some serious as plague. And here’s the crime:

Despite advancements in science for mind

and body, we plunge back to our Bard’s time

in February, losing all sense, grind

up reason to mere dust, feel romance’s

blazing consume our frames. Oh, the treason

of it! As night approaches and we dance,

the enemy encroaches -- vile teasing

we should repel and flee. Alas! Instead

we cuddle and kiss, then jump into bed.

Roger Armbrust

February 12, 2016

LISTENING TO DEBUSSY

Hearing his “First Arabesque”, I see you

swimming through calm lake, your long arms reaching

forward, pulling back against its clear blue

liquid’s gravity, your smooth strokes teaching

the gazing bass something new of motion,

your feet gently kicking, graceful ballet.

As you near shallows, I’ve a slight notion

you’ll sing as your sleek body rises, may

even dance the shoreline – all this from joy

of your lift, your stance. Yet you turn and smile

at me, free your sun hair from braids -- glory

of you in morning glow. Thousands of miles

away, a bomb explodes, souls scream in fear,

children weep and search for food. But not here…

Roger Armbrust

February 6, 2016

BWAHAHAHA!

The candidate hissed,

“I’ll save the economy,

lead you to heaven…”