An
Ode to the Oxymoron
Go
ahead: expose the hidden innuendo,
eschew
the obfuscations, if you can.
Good
luck!
In
matters of the heart,
where
often anarchy rules,
with
its consistent inconsistencies,
direct
circumventions,
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,
alone
together,
as
honest thieves
and
sad clowns,
trying
to know the unknowable
in
advance.
It’s
all a definite maybe, baby!
Fuzzy
logic.
An
endless parade of
near
misses, minor miracles,
deliberate
mistakes,
obvious
misunderstandings,
civil
disobediences,
some
bad luck
and
a string of good griefs,
along
with a disorderly array
of
quiet riots,
cruel
kindnesses,
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.
