Lovelorn Poets

From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections

Lovelorn Poet in Savannah, GA: The Wavering Balance

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Their View by Scott Griggs

Their View by Scott Griggs

If I asked you if
you thought the world
was mostly happy or sad,
what would you say?
Would you lift your hands
like the scales of a wavering
balance, as I did when
asked the same thing or
would you do as I should
have done and smile.

-Bison Jack

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I thought,
you balance happy and sad
like the scales of the world

you say
if or or?
when what was
would have
as did, done do

I asked if a would should would
you asked the same thing
mostly

you

I smile as
you lift your hands
wavering.

Lovelorn Poet in Flagstaff, AZ: Penny Game Arcade

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Portraits with Character by Nic McPhee

Portraits with Character by
Nic McPhee

Funny how words change
game once was a word for competition
now it is an adjective for relationship behavior
gay once meant happy back in the day
now it describes relationships
I think in the end the goal is to be happy
gay
aim
game
just like the old days

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walked into the bathroom
a dime and penny were on the floor
I picked them up
and into my pocket
11 cents closer to retirement
went to pay for my milk
2 dollars eleven cents was the cost
handed her the eleven
but the dime hit the counter
then bounced somewhere
out of sight
without making a sound

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she would tell me about her Dad’s hidden dime collection
just in case the world came to an end
then she left
and so did he
both out of sight
and as I think about that dime disappearing
I think of my own fate
die i’m
but I’ll leave fate to another time
as I put my pen to my knee
and think about a penny

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I think of my own fate
just like the old days
and as I think about that dime disappearing
I put my pen to my knee
and think about a penny
out of sight
without making a sound
 
then she left
and so did he
both out of sight
 
I think in the end the goal is to be happy
but I’ll leave fate to another time
 
a dime and penny were on the floor
I picked them up
just in case the world came to an end
Funny how words change

Lovelorn Poet in Seattle, WA: Fiddle While It Burns

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Fiddle While It Burns

Fiddle While It Burns

autumn the sun
kicks in cold and beautiful
mount eerie in the mist
grey eyed reflecting lake union
distant laughter and pianos
a passing dog.

here, and, now, always now but not for long.

the sun bleached bones of summer gather shadows

here alone within without, already wine drunk longings and naked dreams.
find me, before we’re both gone forever.

or, why were we ever here.

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we’re here
here, but not now
here, in the lake mist and
in dreams of longing or
pianos within
why mount a grey eyed dog
wine drunk, naked and alone
for kicks
both find me
cold
we were
before always
forever ever autumn
laughter reflecting the sun
the sun distant and beautiful
long shadows gather
bleached bones already eerie
summer passing and now gone
without union

Lovelorn Poet in Philadelphia, PA: To The Moon, A Riddle

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Night in Motion by Susan Smith

Night in Motion by Susan Smith

all these experts prove to show
the things we already intuitively know
studies and presentations
lobotomize our expectations

hydrogen, burnt out, projected onto you,
but i was delusionally in love with the wind and not the moon.
what’s more of a (mis)match,
something you cannot see, except for its effect
or something in which you see yourself reflect?

-c’è il sole, tira vento, e una pazza luna
(just a random response)

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(solo una risposta casuale)
prove the things we already know
it’s sunny, windy, and a crazy moon
~
you
reflect
something you see

effect
something you cannot see

(mis)match
the wind and the moon
delusionally
not in love

projected
expectations
intuitively show
all these experts
studies and presentations
cannot see
you

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