50-Foot Woman Poem by Joe Bisicchia

She said love's a phenomenon,
heavenly but meant to be down to earth.
I lifted her atop a pedestal.
She had just wanted to see eye to eye.

And no wonder, I quickly grew tired
climbing up a cloud.

Sorry, sorry,
hope others love what's real
rather than fake, for heaven's sake.

She's a great person who's adored by all.
He's a great guy.
He's a good guy….
I said with an explanation.

I used to love her, I think.
Now, I'll just attend their wedding
and pretend
I was right all along back then
wanting to see the world.
All the fossils.
Think of all the fossil fuel I still spend.
Think of the running trees.
They blur blue.

There's a timing for all of us.

Hope I haven't grown too tired,
too extinct,
too much a wannabe Brachiosuaurus.

Self, there's a silver lining.
Maybe I'll catch the garter.
With a ladder.





Published by Dark Wood,2018