Missed Connections in Brooklyn
This Is Nonsense
this non dairy dessert, this solemn wish
this artificial sweetener
this fearful cry, this waste of time
this plaid shirt, this need
for love
this biological link to the past
this aging process
this pure essential scent
this penny cent
is one
Her Two Cents
Tomorrow marks the three year anniversary of Lovelorn Poets. Sometimes, even I think this blog, and my dedication to it, is nonsense – spending time, day after week after month after year – reading through millions of missed connections messages, saving the bits and bytes that catch on me, and storing them here. Weird? Out of the ordinary? Obsessive? Yes, yes, and yes. But if I could pick only one thing of my creation I would want a digital archeologist from the future to find, this would be it.