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Is Nirvana, Is Not Nirvana

This is a poem by Norwich poet Molly Naylor.  Molly is awesome and English and drinks tea.  She would probably write a great poem about Super Mario Brothers, or tanks, or JavaScript, but no one’s ever asked her.  So instead she writes about love, and the problems thereof.

Nevermind

Molly Naylor

Sipping Guinness in a park-side garden
I realise with rapid clarity
that everybody is in love with you

stories have been written about you in class
songs have been penned in late night agony
permanent markers blunted on the back of train seats

standing out from the crowd has never been harder
there are no t-shirts that will turn your head
no hair cuts that you will solicit.

You tell me about your latest girlfriend
and how she works in an art gallery
I picture her in auburn, surrounded by Rothko.

If I was fifteen, this would kill me
but today it just takes the shine off
and the Guinness goes down a little easier.

There are things I care about, but these days
they get lost in lists, they exist –
but underneath napkins scrawled with 5-year-plans.

While I was sleeping, I seem to have become
the kind of person who turns the music down.
In other words, she can have you.

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Sonnets of the Witchitaese

So, to continue my run of Kansas poems, here’s one writte for my friends Jaq and Joe, who got married to each other, and live in Wichita.  It’s a sonnet in the Shakesperian style, and it is deep and meaningful.

WICHITA LOVE SONNET

Fields of your love stroke highways of my heart,

I’ll ne’er leave you cause Carl’s only twelve,

That DNA test assured we’d never part,

And my ambition and my passions I would shelve.

Bright street light, oh, please do not think me cold,

Yer love my central heating, my Carhearts,

We’ll wear to the mall until us both are old,

Eat Denny’s until one of us departs

Remember, girl when we was only young,

You gladly bought me meth and them truck nuts

And on the fambly Christmas tree we hung

Popcorn and that neighbor’s cat named Gus

I told you I would give the world and all

And, baby, I done gave you Wichita.

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Binary Love Poem (for when you care enough to compute the very best)

010010010010000001101100011011110111011001100101001000000

11110010110111101110101, girl.

010011010110111101110010011001010010000001110100011010000

11000010110111000100000011101000110100001100101,

the whole world.

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Arcadeia: A Love Poem to my wife. And video games.

I love you very, very much, and I also love video games.

Probably you, more than video games.

But it’s pretty close.

Must the two be mutually exclusive?

For you, like video games, are a most glorious past-time.

You, like video games, challenge, amuse, and occasionally frustrate me.

And you, like video games, require a steady input of money to continue operating.

When I first met you, your eyes, two shiny quarters,

were full of love and promise. Like video games.

As we spent time together, our love grew to new levels,

Just like video games.

And now that we’re married, I find each day full of new, often dangerous tasks,

which I must fufill just to keep it going. Shit, girl, love is a lot like video games.

I love you more than Dig Dug loves dirt.

Let me be your Defender, you my Final Fantasy

Cause every day with you is Burger Time, girl,

For your love, I would fight monkeys.

Big ones. Big, angry monkeys,

Throwing barrells. Barrells of our love.

Which I smash with my hammer of…hammering.

I love you more than Q-bert loves jumping diagonally.

I would Joust for you over fiery lava pits,

Perfect my Falcon punch.

I would hop turtles and search sewer pipes,

catching coins to spread before your gentle feet.

Our romance has no Half-Life, you make me go Wii,

And in the Bedroom I’m your Mega Man, baby,

The laser of my love powering up steadily.

And I’ll rise to your Call of Duty, whatever the cost,

Avoiding any Pitfall, Quake, or Punch Out.

Baby, don’t fear the Ghosts and Ghouls

Cause I will go after that shit with my lance

Level after level after level after level

of the same goddamn thing.

Cause I’m just that committed to you,

And the high score.

Yeah…yeah…

It’s late, my love, but no Time Crisis,

I’ll be in bed soon, my dear,

Cause girl, you know I’ll love you for eveah and evah,

But…I just got to finish this one, last, level.

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