“ looks like i will be wet tomorrow ”

rain in the forecast

for a cool LA day 

i can’t get to my umbrella, and nothing more to say

i hope i don’t get drenched

someone stole my portable umbrella, 

i believe i know the idiot – i don’t believe i lost it

so, this a love poem

something to get 

get the hell out of here

it is not love at all

not tonight

i wonder how many couples feel that way

i wonder how many singles feel that way

i wonder wonder wonder wonder who

well we all write the book of love 

within the opportunities we get

and those opportunities we don’t get

how we are and are not in spite of 

or because of 

all that is going on

as it could be good

or one could be subjected to idiotic vile freaks

those who think they know something but know nothing

those who say their educated – but have not a lick of sense 

this a love poem

now it is time for me to go home

but wait, i have no home

let us resume tomorrow, see if that love poem finally comes!!!