Fuck You Saint Valentine

one day I’ll run through the mall

shouting Fuck You Saint Valentine

patron saint of the beautiful, the privileged

you’re a tease, a fiction

spreading hope, packaged passion

 

Fuck You Hallmark cards

perpetuating a myth of receptive possibilities

promoting expectations

one phrase at a time

 

Fuck You Harlequin Romances

happy endings all tidied up

measured passion

not the snarls of our lives

 

Fuck You Hollywood

avalanche of romantic comedies

soundtracks swollen with strings

when all some of us hear is the croak

of Tom Waits at two in the morning

 

Fuck You Saint Valentine

glossing over the childrens’ labour

sweetly boxed

 

Fuck You mall wanderlings

I’m tired of happy passion

animated Barbie and Ken dolls

buying underwear for each other

 

Saint Rita!

patron saint of loneliness

of forgotten causes

a saint for the chronically alone

a saint without P.R.

 

So Fuck You Saint Valentine

I’m over your sweet promises

I’ll plead my case to Saint Rita

on her feast day I’ll take myself out to lunch

and I won’t be disappointed

 

 

David Trudel    © 2014

 

 

 

 

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2 responses to “Fuck You Saint Valentine

  1. Reblogged this on MY OWN KIND OF LIFE and commented:
    I think this is cool!

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