LOVE IS LIKE
LOVE IS LIKE A DOG FROM HELL
It was at the Horseshoe you cried over
Molly Mann I cried because you cried
over her not me Love is an axe to the soul you say
almost 25 yrs. to the day I am beginning to
wonder if the pleasure is worth the pain
There is a ring with a cracked heart in it’s centre
If you squeeze it the crack disappears but
it always returns It is: the heart that cannot heal
It ended up under my bed for 10 yrs.
Discovered there on the last day in my 1st house with my 3rd husband
(..I wanted an answer, a neat answer..
..woman is perfect..)
Hilda Doolittle 1931
Spring 2013 Songanddancegirl Bukowski H.D.