Monday, February 21, 2011

Day 187, lukewarm

The word lukewarm invites the thought of sub par into my head.


Lukewarm creamed spinach.
Lukewarm love.
Lukewarm tenderness,
lukewarm smiles
from lukewarm hearts
benign, impotent
diluted dreams
have no flavor
when they have no heat
lukewarm is a preservative
state of nowhere and nothing
no love, no hate
a peaceable zero
a buffer from pain.
Lukewarm. A flavorless
poison, a tasteless debate
nothing to savor
no taste and no flavor
Lukewarm creamed spinach.

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