Today I wrote a poem about love. Maybe I did so because I was listening to seventies songs beforehand. The seventies was a decade a bit obsessed by the subject. The seventies was my era. I was eleven when it began and twenty one when it ended. The sixties, the preceding decade, was even more preoccupied with love. It was at about that time that humanity discovered that love respects no boundaries. Love can’t be held back by social norms or religious ideals. Love has the freedom to do as it pleases, causing all-sorts of trouble.
Love Love, that’s what it’s all about not fortune, fame, fun but love. Don’t take my word for it find it, try it. Don’t upload your mind or sell your soul for a single shilling coz love is what it’s all about. Can’t find love? Well, connect to someone, something, some place intimately: arms, legs, mind, being, wrapped around, inside, outside like music, like a song from heaven, nirvana… the way to love is being there for love, mind emptied, in poverty, pain, aching, because empty is so full, and every day fuller that’s what it’s all about, don’t take my word for it, try it, coz dinosaurs die and people love, that’s a fact, nothing else, get used to it, or you’ll dissolve into noise, the night’s loss, into a long narrow unknowing.