A Commonplace Book

The plants, the room,
My feet are cold.
My heart is drained from loving
too much, too soon,
too fast, too hard
to let me understand.

I'd swap away my records
for any good advice.
I need the ancient wisdom
or the throwing of the dice.
Like lots cast for the armor
of a general in some war.
Where Greeks and Trojans battle
for possession of some port.

I touched hands with a sailor
who sank three thousand ships.
who sailed the sea of Haedes
just to prove he was no pimp.
Just hit by cupid's arrow
and rendered love-struck blind.
He feels ashamed
about all those that died.