Another "poem".

I'm going to post another "poem" here, but first I'd like to say, what I'm doing is not really poetry, I guess.  Poetry, at least the poetry I read, seems to present certain parameters that allow the reader to find their own path to wherever it goes emotionally and intellectually. It's essentially nebulous, only hinting at anything certain or absolute. What I do is more specific, more concrete, I think. My goal it seems, is to have the reader essentially feel what I feel in a way that's not demonstration nor lecture, but is graphic in an emotional way. And which stimulates the reader intellectually as well. I'd like the reader to understand, with just words on the page, what it's like being me, spiritually, emotionally and intellectually, and hope they can recognize some common ground between us. I desire to share my life with the reader, and at the same time for them to see their lives, with perhaps a different lens. That's about it I guess.

So here are some more words on the page for you to consider if you wish. Oh, and Lance, you may have opened a Pandora's Box in me.

Strange Love

She loves my big old pickup, loves to rumble around,

loves my fuel injection, loves my refrigerator too,

loves my front porch, and my huevos rancheros.

Don't know what she sees in me though.

I don't know what I see in her,

but I love her Cadillac seats, her velvet hum,

all her jingles and jangles.

Don't know what I really love in her though.

Maybe it's her broken heart.