Ice Cream Money

When I first met you, my

mind was askew.

Retrospectively, I already knew

that it was never

you.

Yet I tried in vain, I tried to

  justify. To

   subsidize

your peculiar ways

your negative disposition towards

   ice cream

and mint tea  (it must be a new age thing)

and the way you hate how the

breeze sways the trees  (it doesn't even do anything)

because, in my eyes,

you were perfect

for me.

You were a perfectly good waste of ice cream money.

Reviews

[Jorge Martinez]

The last line is perfect, and comes as a surprise. Very effective. I think those two lines in parentheses distract a little from the poem and slow it down a bit. Also, the word "askew" on the second line doesn't hit a note with me, it's a little awkward sounding and I don't hear any bells or whistles, and seems forced in to rhyme with the rest of the stanza. But it's a very good poem, and I like it very much. Thanks,

[Cole Hayley]

I really do love this piece. Its right up my ally, its kinda abstract but grounded. Like a paradox. I love the way you have the poem structured, and I love how you took it so much deeper then just the title. Speaking of which, I love the title.