Is

Life

Defined

by accidents

drip, droplets

of magnetic

lead paint

on canvas

a careless master

who denies the accident

or is fate

a destiny with limits

a broken pin-ball machine

with bumpers

a TILT

that turns our world upside down

when we try to cheat death

We are revealed slowly

by our passions

bubbling up within us

like a half-drunk milkshake

abandoned

and fermenting

on a hot afternoon

Drawing a reasonable line

won’t make a picture

worth looking at

it’s a crude copy of a careful instinct

Destiny

is a well-struck golf shot

you can feel

when you hit it right

Can you hit it right

again?

most can’t

the things you love

won’t love you back

like the girls

offended

when you politely asked

So, love is a test

you must fail

over

and over

again

a hobby

locked away

in a dark closet

for the next generation

or, it could find you

without you

finding it

your pupils get smaller in the sunlight

then they grow larger

like death in the daytime

a magnetic miracle

blinding and willing

you hold onto

love.