Hanging On By A Fringe

to love in bursts and spurts of greatness
Is a fascinating way to love
like sprinting into the hot sun
at the crack of a gun
clay track beneath your feet
lungs full to bursting
breath in your ears
running

fast and hard
you give it your all
and then like flash paper
in a magic trick

poof

it is over before it even began
it is over before anyone could become real
and thus flawed
it is over before the relationship starts to sour
it is over
with only a cloud of smoke as evidence

and you stare at that cloud of smoke
reminants of what seemed solid
now floating, see-through
and either you see the love then
for the magic
or you see It
for the trick

and you wonder what's so damn great
about loving hard and fast?

and you wonder when love became a Van Damme movie?

and you long for a CBC Radio One kind of love.

I'm not dazzled anymore by illusions
and sprinting I am going to leave behind with my
Junior High Track and Field Days.

Yes, loving in bursts and spurts of greatness
may be a fascinating way to love

But I think it's time for a marathon.