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Lo-Tide Review: ‘Dennis Dinkle – Blame It On The Weather’ EP.

‘We make love every night’

Look, we made a love!

Our room is littered with the loves we’ve made

‘Our love is growing’

We water it every day

It’s gotten so big now we may have to buy a bigger pot

‘I am yours and you are mine’

I think we’ve mastered ‘POSSESSIVE PRONOUNS’

My your is your my

Thine and mine combine entwine

You’re yours, of course

You’re more yours, for sure

And now we are ours

Our-power!

The hour of the our

Howe’er, now our ours

Are aware of their power

How’re our ours ours?

Shouldn’t they be theirs?

Those boundaries are bound to be

Dispersed

‘I am you, you are me’

I think we’ve mastered ‘IDENTITY’

We are one                             You = me = one

We are also equal                  You = me = equal

But what are we?                   You + me = we

But then,                                 You ≠ we

And                                         Me ≠ we

And yet,                                  You = me?

We make an odd little trinity

And what about ‘SYMMETRY’?

We used to be so lonely

Wallowing in our reflexivity

But now we are symmetric are we

I love you love me

You love me love you

Will we be together forever together be we will

Do you truly love me love truly you do

Will you always with me be with me always you will

‘Always?’ That’s mighty long

I love you, etcetera

Jamais ne s’arrêtera

I love you dot dot dot

I must love you an awful lot

To love you dot dot dot

So far I’ve only ever loved comma,

Or loved semi-colon;

Loved question mark

Exclamation mark

Loved parenthesis (but let’s skip that part)

I’ve loved dash – and: colon

Loved-hyphen much too often

And now I love dot dot dot

Full stop.

So what have we learned about love?


Love is dyslexic

Illegible

Utterly unintelligible

Love is an infinite staircase

It’s the reason Achilles will never outrun the tortoise

Love is that ship that keeps losing parts

It’s the love of all loves that are not lovers of themselves

Love is bleen

Love is grue

Love is always unexpected, and will fall on a Wednesday

This statement is in love

Conclusion: All I love, is that I love nothing

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