So much for love

"Wedding Day"
by Rosie Thomas
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gGSfHn0CxCk

So much for love
I guess I've been wronged
But it's all right cuz
I'm moving on
I've got my car all packed with cassette tapes and
Sweaters and loose change and cheap cigarettes and
I'm gonna drive through the hills
Put my hand out the window and
Sing till I run out of words
I'm gonna stop at every truck stop
Make small talk with waiters and truck drivin' men
I'm gonna fall asleep in the back seat
With no one around but me and my friends

It's gonna be so grand
It's gonna be just like my wedding day

Yeah I've had enough of love
It feels good to give up
So good to be good to myself and
I'm gonna get on the highway with no destination
And plenty of vision in mind and
I'm gonna drive to the ocean
Go skinny dipping
Blow kisses to Venus and Mars
I'm gonna stop at every bar and
Flirt with the cowboys in front their girlfriends

It's gonna be so grand
It's gonna be just like my wedding day

So much for love
I guess I've been wronged
But it's all right cuz I'm moving on
I'm gonna drive over hills
Over mountains and canyons
And boys that keep bringin' me down
I'm gonna drive under skyline and sunshine
Drink good wine in vineyards
And get asked to dance
I'm gonna be carefree and let nothing pass me by
Never ever again

It's gonna be so grand
It's gonna be so grand
It's gonna be just like my wedding day

The Pleasure Trap

Is when it feels so good
the brain gets highjacked
McDonald's french fries
Coca-Cola
Gin & Tonic, Microbrew
heroin or crack
"it's all the same
fucking day man"
Janis Joplin knew
all about it

At Last

Our house in Shorewood, WI finally sold.  My only owned abode in 14 years of living in the Milwaukee area.  It is a huge relief and a beautiful loss.  I will never own anything that huge and insolvent again!

The Art of Losing

The Art of Losing

by Elizabeth Bishop

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! My last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

– Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

https://musingsfromthesofa.wordpress.com/2010/06/19/the-art-of-losing-elizabeth-bishop/