the way it keeps you coming back
craving more more more
digging right into the graveyard of
unrecognized thoughts and recollections
you're making a family photo book without the photos
only the memories, from your point of view
it's a powerful thing, this poetry thing
it's so beautiful and sweet that i might give it a ring
let me wed her, let me bed her, let me treat her
but then verbal irony comes in, that dirty cheater
it's so vague and so specific,
although it's quite prolific,
that neither can convey
clearly in modern day