Blanche

His actions
falling into
the parallels
with your mind
at one point,
honestly changing
opinions abruptly
severed obvious love
no one will ever
secure again
where lies truth?
When or with?
Totally running
in circles
spiraling off
into another
affair?
Not an option.
Improvement?
Just fierce loyalty.
A pillar suspending
a dome of despair
painted by an impressionist.
Patience running
shortest with the self.
Achievement of balance
or acceptance,
acknowledgment
of complacence?
It’s just a continuing affair:
trying hard not to be bitter,
of men, as a sex.
The result –
solitude and cheap interludes.

© 2005, Jay M. Kurtz, All rights reserved.