When I was sixteen, out on dates,
I found that fun was too complex.
Concealed, the concept unrevealed,
I never found it, it abstruse
With no foundation: an illusion,
And illusions weren’t worth pursuit.
Parties weren’t…Dances weren’t…Dating wasn’t…
Dressing up as expectation,
Grueling dressed up expectation
Brought me angst,
The chain that lead to so-called fun
One of the draining pranks
Of youth.
Now I sing a pundit’s tune
Grounded in its melody: one on one or just alone.
Situations one on one are better than
A group, a crowd, a team, a clan
And lead to fun-serenity.
Even family’s lost its pull,
The beauty in seclusion chosen
And conditional.
.
Fun Without Foundation 4.12.2006/revised 10.1.2015
Definitely Didactic; I Is Always You Is We; Pure Nakedness;
Arlene Corwin
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