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STRAIGHT FROM MY TILT-A-WORLD (legal copyright Melissa A Howells 6/13/2018 10:01am PST time/date stamped)

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A Little Bad Romance


as long as its been history
men have been vain
and
so have women

its no contest
but sometimes
things between the sexes
get a bit out of hand

I've seen too many B romance movies
in real time
there have been few
relationships I admire
and how few of us do put the wood onto the fire
that stokes
the fires of love

I've seen both kindling fizzle
and kindling turn into an almost unmanageable blaze
and then, just as suddenly
doused

we're all smoke and ash
an over-abundance of
fragility,
ego...
mid-life, front-end-loaded, end-of-times crises
to last the span of a lifetime

we can't all just get along
its not in our collective gene pool

there are those addicted to the apology
and those who forgive and try again
I admire the latter

more often than not
laziness and drift
characterize
then shift
relationships

it happens when
we want our cake with an added scoop
at no extra cost

men and women
certainly could be better friends
but there's the rub
to have a friend
you got to be one
and humor goes a long way
towards that end

now
the computer age
has transformed attraction
making it fraught with additional woes
and piles of unnecessary complication

we have lost the knack
of face-to-face
banter

I heard on a radio new program
that
the youth of today
are taking classes on how to say hello
and keep the conversation going
without using text

and to think
what I had to worry about
was over-coming
shyness
I knew how to talk
once I got going
but even more so
how to listen

I prefer a little old-fashioned
awkwardness
over today's menu

to me
a hook-up
is a plug in a land line
uh....
that is a telephone that doesn't travel
with you
in your car or purse

how about
I'm blah blah blah
hello
(extend hand and smile
knees knocking a bit
titter-titter, shy smile)
why don't you tell me
who you are?


LEGAL COPYRIGHT MAY 19 2018 3:12PM PST
DATE/TIME STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS AUTHOR/POET/WRITER
MELISSA A HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED
SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD


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THOUGHTS WHILE SITTING IN THE LIBRARY












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