I first posted this poem back in September of 2015.
“Let’s get lost, in a romantic mist”
I’m mad about you.
Lock me away
in your sanatorium
Make me your inmate.
No opiate needed
Just Pavlov’s reflex and
Plath’s bell jar
brimming with malaise
“Let’s defrost in a romantic mist”
We could fall into fast love
Buy lottery tickets
Gamble our savings away in Vegas
Eat dessert and cake for breakfast
Topple from a tall building.
Fall into a broken story
Act like the savages
Walk instead of drive
Collect vinyl records
Slow dance to Miles and Chet
Read Tennyson, Poe, and Whitman
Make love until our brains fall out
Until everything is blurred
Time is reset
The gravy ‘s all gone
And it’s “Now what?” “FINE” and “Oh well
You’ve got a splinter in your thumb
I’ve broken a tooth on crushed ice
Nirvana is reshaped and bent and
Dystopia is all that is left
“Mmm, let’s get lost, oh oh, let’s get lost”