AN ODE TO THE NOTE LEFT ON THE FRIDGE DOOR

 

Not                              that it matters, but who could have foreseen the end of the world

That                             silky-sulky visceral notion dawning on the horizon

It                                  whispers in hot agitation about what

Matters                        and bothers shall not burden

But                              ease for once and all the worries about

Who                            and what and why, and the collaterals of

Could                          but would not or should but do not

Have                            to endure this notion of dry dreams and dire desires much longer

Foreseen                      but forborne the regrets of dismay          

The end,                      that pompous pretender, of vain pursuits in vain

Of the world                of this love that be just well come and go as it may

 

Now, whether this is an ode to all ends or rather

An elegy for all beginnings

Matters little when you know that I know that you know that

The note on the fridge door says it all

             

At the end

Once again

All will be well

Once again