Random Act of Love

 

I’m waiting for that next random act of love

a kiss out of the blue

sloppy and wet like an eight year old girl’s – yuck!

though a religious experience

that convinced me life was worth sticking around for

 

A happy memory

though I’ve thought so much of checking out of late

then as insane as it sounds

jumping back on the merry-go-round

the only way in to the fun house is to first exit

while somehow keeping one’s Ps and Qs intact

 

Food and sex are no longer appealing

all the wine I touch only turns to water

like a very bad melodrama

that goes on and on and on

everything on radio and TV fades to bland

even the fillers between commercials

after only a few episodes I’ve figured out the formula

though no Nobel Prize comes knockin’ at my door

 

Until that next random act of love

I wander aimlessly from room to room

a restless spirit inside and outdoors

planning my escape

from this dingy drafty island in space

in thoughts and words that quickly disassemble

almost as soon as they are born

though I can’t wait to see what happens next

 

Friendship I don’t need any more of

cause all my friends eventually leave

sick of this world they’ve all moved on

to end from the beginning

infant to toddler to teenager to adult

having to learn happiness and heartbreak

all over again

such is the art of perfecting perfection

 

What I need is another kiss out of nowhere

bravely innocent and yet cleverly scheming

to give me back that down home religion

though the more I think about it

maybe in order to shake this funk

that next random act of love

will have to come from me

 

 

© 2006 Chris Sorrenti