oh, boy...
they're back at it, again.
they never learn.
two clamps
on a worn-out jumper cable;
true to form,
crossing leads
to resurrect
a flatlined relationship.
as expected,
they've hooked up the circuit
backward...
all of humanity knows
how the story will go.
of course,
the flatline
never zigzags.
so good are these two
at chasing
the most distant of dreams
and always
finding their way back
on the road
to nowhereville.
m a g n e t s
never meant to click;
toxic twosome
never meant to be together,
forcing a spark
that will never ignite.
all their efforts,
a complete waste of time;
somebody tell 'em...
a reverse polarity
will always
remain so.
I just found out that aliens have landed
They touched down in the desert now they're stranded
Our military is headed to the scene
I just hope these aliens aren't very mean
We have surrounded their spaceship
We await their emergence , as cameras click
Suddenly a door opens and an alien comes out
Cameras flash and people begin to shout
Then utter silence as we wait for the alien to speak
We hope they speak english, and not a language that's greek (to us)
The situation is tense, and it could become unstable
Then the alien said "Do any of you Earthlings have a jumper cable"
Don’t know if I’m still able
Have you got a jumper cable
No spark left in my heart
For our love to restart
Give me juice I’m still unable
By Robb A. Kopp
I'm somehow quite sure
that somewhere, on the way
be it a turpentine, brilliant lit day
or misty and fog eaten sky breath induced
that we've met without words,
without glances or nods
but with my sleeve barely quick brushing by yours
You transferred to me a barrel of emotions
some light like popped bubbles
some wearing molten lead shoes
sunk with black river troubles
carried in even the sleeves of your coat
And I, in my haste, responded in kind
and ran jumper cable straps from my prickly mind
Overcharged something, in some kind of thoughts
and bolted your skin off the moving sidewalk
Somehow, I still think we are connected some way
it's wrapped like a gift in the words you convey
and I'm eating velvet from the weave of your coat
weeping your tears from the things that you wrote
I'm somehow quite sure
that somewhere we'll meet
eyes to still eyes lacking motion complete
In visions worth murmuring while we're asleep
we'll sing with one voice fully captured.
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