• IS LOVE EVER TRUE

    By UC Poika


    From first to last love is tragic enough,
    For it starts out everything you ever wanted
    And turns out to be only soap bubbles in the wind,
    And all you can do is laugh at the crazy stuff,
    For as one breaks—Look! There!—there’s another as yet undaunted
    Since when it bursts there always seems to be one more of its kind,
    But like you’re pinning the tail on the donkey, or a wolf in a huff,
    Or mirrored images of brides-to-be you’ve haunted,
    Which is not to say you’re a saint who never sinned,
    Or a poker player playing Blind Man’s Bluff,
    Or a leading man with all the stars you’ve flaunted,
    Iron pyrite, or even gold unrefined...
    You know though, you never really were all that hard to get
    Nor willing to be tried by fire either, at least, not yet.