The Universe Never Asked My Permission Poem by Ken Baker

the universe never asked my permission
for her to leave town,
rocks and red sky,
a rosy little dream.
Vegas, Phoenix
sun and heat.
that’s all she wants.
and me,
I’m left with her records.

but she came to life in my sleep,
wearing her red-laced Lana Turner shoes,
(so she calls them) ,
and a sequined party blouse.
where is the love
I asked.
I could only imagine where she was that night
and who she was with.
but the dogged truth is
she was in my head
somewhere lost in the scenery.
go to Alaska and leave me alone,
I shouted.
go settle in Vegas and catch the heat.

will I ever be scrubbed clean.
really,
do old loves ever go away.

but the universe knows best, I suppose.
-bully that it is -



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