Adventures in Poetry

he who can, does. he who cannot, teaches.

~George Bernard Shaw

i find it reckless
the endless commentary on love
the sound we have made to silence the truth
that lonely
has made its best friend of you
even in all of your love poem
all of your love song
and all love making
you have never once been in love
the way you promise in all of your words
i find you
at best
a liar
and at worst
a vagrant heart
i find you
small
in all of your far-fetched declaration
promises you have no power to make true
i find it strange
that in all of this love talk
no one has ever made a lover of you