Love is a Fog

Love is a fog that burns with the 1st daylight of reality~
Charles Bukowski

Sonoma- New Apartment 2008

Yeah, I agree with bukowski..Love IS a fog.
A fog that slips out of your tiny fingers, without gloves.
Condensation on the windshield as you 1st get into your car, I said.
When you try and wipe it, it cries.
And slips whispering ,cutting a hole in the fog.
It never really all burns off. Even though it might be 90º in the shade.
The next morning, it's there again.
Against all hope. Smoking in your dreams.
Lying light past the moonlight.
That's when love can whisper into your ear. Love.
Love wants to borrow a 20. It'll give it back in the morning.
Love wants to borrow the keys to your car.
The sun over the mountains wakes up upon a grey love.
Did you ever notice how some people spell "grey" and the others "gray"?
Wonder what the hell that means…
Youre driving to work under the fog that is love.
Through the mountains and rolling hills, with the 40 mph turn signs.
The fog of love is rolling slow overhead, like molasses.
Roadkill love. You dodge it coming around a turn.
The sky's swirling now, fog's got a tangible touch.
It looks like it's going to fucking storm like hell,
But it'll all burn off by 10.
Then all you can see is the bright blue sky. Not even a cloud.
Says something about love, now doesn't it?
The brazen fog returns around 6 or 7. Crawling like a slug .
Over the very selfsame mountains that I just talked about.
It looks like smoke.
It looks like a brush fire.
It looks like the whole world's on fire.
Come 5 the garbagemen come to cut through love.
To pick up the trash.
The trash of love.
Love's not even really awake yet. Hasn't had it's morning cuppa coffee.
But love's got a job to do. A job to go to.
Silently leaving the house without a key in the lock.
You can hear a dog barking somewhere in the distance.
Probably at love. Love in the distance. It love's the distance,
Sometimes.
Finger of love pokes you in your ear when the alarm goes off.
Your torn shirt repels it's advances.
It's easy to do when love doesn't have you yet.
Love's not sure what to do when you are solo,
It only knows that you long for it.
S
o love's gotcha.
Right now. right now, as I type this, love's circling
Waiting for a way to get in.
I have a fan on to repel it, at least for now. that is,
Until I shoot sullenly into the morning fog.
Where love lies. And lies.

You tell love you'll call
As you shuffle it out the door.
You hear love's car pull away,
And you laugh. For a moment.
Just for a moment.
Knowing you're one up on love.