That Kind of Funny
I’m getting older, I
Know what determination means
The human heart, lovers,
Is not an ATM machine
She tells me jokes, and I
Don’t so much laugh as smile inside
I’d like to share — they’re not
That kind of funny, I’m afraid
Because the lights are on, but we’ve both gone outside
Because the bravest souls still need a place to hide
From stubborn people who
Don’t so much cry as swallow hard
“What are we doing?” she
Offered while shuffling the cards
I watched her deal, and the
Lit major in me rolled its eyes
Hackneyed symbols, but
They’re kind of funny, after all
Until a case is made where 1 + 1 is 3
Until this shadow ceases slouching after me.
If and only if the umbrella’s big enough
And only if the river runneth in our cup…
I didn’t think so — we
Don’t so much love as need a lot
You’re like a bed, dear, but
I only really want a cot
And if that’s tragic, well,
Then you just sprinkle me with dust
And smile inside, ‘cause I’m
That kind of funny
(Da da da, etc.)
© 2003 John Brocato
(June 30-July 2, 2003)
Know what determination means
The human heart, lovers,
Is not an ATM machine
She tells me jokes, and I
Don’t so much laugh as smile inside
I’d like to share — they’re not
That kind of funny, I’m afraid
Because the lights are on, but we’ve both gone outside
Because the bravest souls still need a place to hide
From stubborn people who
Don’t so much cry as swallow hard
“What are we doing?” she
Offered while shuffling the cards
I watched her deal, and the
Lit major in me rolled its eyes
Hackneyed symbols, but
They’re kind of funny, after all
Until a case is made where 1 + 1 is 3
Until this shadow ceases slouching after me.
If and only if the umbrella’s big enough
And only if the river runneth in our cup…
I didn’t think so — we
Don’t so much love as need a lot
You’re like a bed, dear, but
I only really want a cot
And if that’s tragic, well,
Then you just sprinkle me with dust
And smile inside, ‘cause I’m
That kind of funny
(Da da da, etc.)
© 2003 John Brocato
(June 30-July 2, 2003)