Love Poem: Out of Water
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Written by: Peter Lewis Holmes

Out of Water

When I saw you again, I got that "out of water" 
feeling, like a Jew at a nazi wedding, or nutloaf 
on thanksgiving

kinda strange to be here again, seeing your love
and run-away black hair, cinderella on the stair;

and I mused, that if a flawless-beauty-queen walked
through a plastic surgery clinic, with it's sag-bag 
middle-aged customers; she'd feel that way too;

and the apples dropped from the tree where 
we first met, all those beers ago; and it seemed 
strange and harmless like a pigeon's ghost;

and my eyes follow your hitched-up skirt and 
my wallet your check, (and the new guy who's 
paying,) all the way up to the gargoyles, and you, 
Esmeralda; playing your hunch.

I'm out of jokes, now is not the time, and I 
swim away, from the ridiculous, the sublime.