squeez cheez

Fromage d'Amor


just like the sour cream clouds that
coagulate in the sky,
i ferment
into a home
for geriatric cheese.

sunshine, t'would be such a pity to let you age so fast
[spongy, warted layers of bleu my soul folds in two]

you're walking away in ripped jeans
taut anger, so young

young
not understanding of the
Something that accumulates after we fall
from love' s bower

i dream you grew old,
were charmed into an aluminum, airtight can
with preservatives, desperately shaking yourself apart
hoping to feed your
dehydrated smile.

you tell me your heart is broken.
Well. hearts, they curdle.



--JLR copyright 2001? no rights reserved