expectations vs reality

Henry Miller once said
the best way to forget
about a woman was to
make her into a piece of
literature... which is true,
but there are some women
you don't want to forget and
some women you need to
forget but can't and that's
where expectations fail
to align with reality. this
has caused many a soul
to topple and teeter off ba-
lance for many precious
minutes moments hours or
moons even.

verses the curses
of emotional trans-
ference, inter-
ference, the
inferential
tone of all
my boring
poetry tomes.
the sounds of
bells as jars and
cars as jams and a
hand-stand calamity
just waiting to happen.

expectations versus
reality - the trick is
in perhaps seeing
through both lenses
but being able to
navigate clearly
nevertheless.

Never "the less"
Never "the kiss"
Forever blessed,
the emotions run
through me as the
lifeblood of earth and
humans - mothers or
otherwise - large and
bountiful word harvests,
abundant thoughts caught
by skill or luck - that unknown
force in the universe that perhaps
more powerful than gravity affects
our lives.

our lives
in that room on the moon
now made possible with
water there. small smile
and a roll of the eyes
when will i release
the overuse of
moon images
setting and
changing
over the
poems
that
revolve
around the
world that is
me, the world
that is mine as in
how i see it and not
how it is as Anais Nin
once said and maybe
that is an apt way to
end this poem that
is surely not a poem
or all they say about
true literature (and
true love) being
dead is true.

expectations of reality;
the poem doesn't end
ever - not really - always
echoing in my mind for days
afterward. not the whole poem
but little bits of its meaning ringing
around my mind as a lullaby...

then the mail arrives and
once again it's just a pile
of adverts and bills - the
reality. no expectations
(great or otherwise...)
to further soften the
crushing effects of
gravity on a some-
what sensitive
soul. then again,
there's always
tomorrow...