Tuesday, October 9, 2012

The End of Sex by Michael Blumenthal

The End of Sex

It was destined to end someday
so why not bow out now, gracefully,
close enough to the top of your game
to remember what it was like? It was
after all, a lot like life--good at times,
better at others, often disappointing,
on all-to-rare occasions, unforgettable . . .

from Michael Blumenthal's new collection,
NO HURRY, POEMS 2000-2012 published by Etruscan Press


David Milliken said...

Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.
Time past and time future
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present. TSE, Burnt Norton

TC said...

That's the trouble with guys. Always falling back on the math and missing the moment.