Cheesy Love Poem
Drip drop, all layers ooze in one muddled
glob of grossness. The cheesy, melted verse
reveals the actions, made to vomit puddles
of affection so some lover can rehearse
his slab of fond phrases to her, without
pause or hesitation; without restraint
or prior destinations; love, it counts
no molten shreds of tasteless amber stains
scrubbed out of the rug. Or spots of oil
left on the counter from a rogue grilled cheese.
No. They recall their very best will broil
and simmer in the pan which will not freeze.
She is the Colby to his Jack, and too,
she’ll Prove that he’s not Lone; and she’s not Bleu.