IRRATIONAL

She argued with him irrationally
and it was because she was in love with him.
Their children, with nervous laughter, in sorrow,
took her side, because they knew he wasn’t in love with her.
Love is irrational, lost in the mazes of art. It does not go
from you to me in a straight line.
Do you remember how we gulped wine?
I had to pretend to like your poetry.
You, I guess, had a problem with rationality—
it told you again and again you weren’t supposed to love me.
I saw you arguing with it in your poetry.
You argued with me irrationally.
You told me, “the genius is always angry.”

7 Comments

  1. Chado's avatar

    Chado said,

    September 22, 2023 at 11:00 pm

    Stop talking about LOVE all the time.
    Damn. What’s wrong with you?

    • Unknown's avatar

      Anonymous said,

      September 23, 2023 at 1:21 am

      Bingo! Ten years now. Love, love, love!

  2. thomasbrady's avatar

    thomasbrady said,

    September 23, 2023 at 1:28 pm

    Shelley, yo! The Deep State wants to get rid of CO2, civilization (except for the 1%) and love. I’m not having it. Prefer Millay and Byron to boring Robert Lowell, s’at OK?

  3. Unknown's avatar

    Anonymous said,

    September 24, 2023 at 2:40 am

    So, we’re deleting comments now. What was that you said about Deep State and Russian censorship?

    And on a POETRY blog?.God help us all!

  4. thomasbrady's avatar

    thomasbrady said,

    September 24, 2023 at 3:29 am

    We don’t delete. That happened by accident. I was trying to fix something. Sorry. Restored. Nothing wrong with that comment. Why would I delete it? Anyway, I do apologize for the error.

    • Unknown's avatar

      Anonymous said,

      September 24, 2023 at 3:42 am

      That’s why I love you, Tom! Fifteen years and counting.

      Gary

      P.S. My Gravatar account has apparently expired. Now I am anonymous. Oh well.

  5. thomasbrady's avatar

    thomasbrady said,

    September 25, 2023 at 10:08 am

    You can’t be Gary? But you’ll always be Gary! Scarriet needs these individuals. We were never one for the mob. Peeking out from anonymity we still see thee! And love thee. Always.


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