“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
Saturday, May 9, 2015
Less Grave Matters
I want to pick up the phone
but it's spiritual Russian Roulette.
A direct line to love and regret.
I ache to dial your number
but it's emotional suicide,
In a place where love & logic collide.
To hear that voice on the other end of the line!
To make a choice and travel back in time.
In a phone box late at night
under the pouring rain and street light.
The penny drops, my heart stops
I thought you may not be there!
My throat closes, my eyes water
it's not you....it's.....her!
The trade between intimacy and social distance is never easy, even when you're born into a specific social compact (family/ kin), let alone trying to "extend" one (love/ marriage).
Which is one of the reasons "socialism" will never replace "capitalism". There's enough "guilt" already woven into the "social contract" to choke a horse. The LAST thing we want is to start requiring people to perform seppuku for every minor failure in meeting one's "social obligations".
ugh.
ReplyDeleteI hate those feelings...
The trade between intimacy and social distance is never easy, even when you're born into a specific social compact (family/ kin), let alone trying to "extend" one (love/ marriage).
ReplyDeletehehe. FJ. you describe it so clinically.
ReplyDeleteNo, it's not easy.
It's ridiculously difficult.
I feel like all I do sometimes is apologize to the people I love. :(
Which is one of the reasons "socialism" will never replace "capitalism". There's enough "guilt" already woven into the "social contract" to choke a horse. The LAST thing we want is to start requiring people to perform seppuku for every minor failure in meeting one's "social obligations".
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