An Ode to the Oxymoron
Go ahead: expose the hidden innuendo,
eschew the obfuscations, if you can.
In matters of the heart,
where often anarchy rules,
with its consistent inconsistencies,
and random patterns
arising out of recent histories,
there’s no tip-toeing into relationship.
It just can’t be done.
Better to just take the calculated risk
and prepare for the crash landing
and leap into Love’s quarrel
with an intimate stranger.
There’s no better place to forge
a loyal opposition,
to practice acting naturally,
to agree to disagree,
to commit to being absolutely unsure
and clearly confused
almost all the time,
as honest thieves
and sad clowns,
trying to know the unknowable
It’s all a definite maybe, baby!
An endless parade of
near misses, minor miracles,
some bad luck
and a string of good griefs,
along with a disorderly array
of quiet riots,
and sweet sorrows –
all happening accidentally on purpose,
that can turn any man or woman
upside down and inside out
as they attempt to binge on moderation
one big sip at a time.
If you want my unbiased opinion,
I say either keep yourself conspicuously absent,
in the swirl of all the numbing sensations,
or take the shortest distance
into the heart of the waking dream,
into the spinning hub-cap of passion,
by admitting outright to yourself
there is no quick fix or reprieve
from the routine emergencies.
There’s no fair trial.
The tragic comedy romance is
just isn’t fail safe.
It just ain’t!
Better to get use to
going nowhere fast
and to making educated guesses
amidst an aroma of relative truths
and true lies.
All things considered,
and conventional wisdom consulted,
you will come to see
with eyes wide shut
that reckless caution is the way to go.
It is the only choice there is, actually –
and the surest wager we can make
in this casino and virtual reality called Life.