MacArthur Park

Adapted for those with brains


We met one glories winters day in Macarthur’s park. There was her beauty, her laughter it excited me. From that moment our relationship blossomed, like in some sort of wonderful dance we carried on as if love sick teenagers, no matter it was cold, for us Spring could not wait, we were there in the blossom and the warmth of our love. We were together, as one, as though we had been ironed together like a pair of trousers in the press.

It was though God created us this cake, the most delicious of cakes and called it Macarthur’s park, our Macarthur’s park but it was going wrong, I was losing you, someone else had taken you from me. That cake was melting now; it was getting dark in my mind. All of the sweet icing of my love was flowing down from the greenness of the grass. It was raining on my passion; the cake was going from my mind, all the lost passion, the emotion I had invested, going, gone. I don’t think I can take it anymore, how can that recipe be recreated?

Thinking back I can recall that yellow cotton dress you were wearing, how it dropped to the ground with us in the trees, we could see those men playing checkers over the way. The birds were singing, singing a song for us, for our love and it was so tender, though it was you holding a sweet baby in your hands, a loving, warm moment.

That cake, that precious cake has gone now, it hurts so much.

I am going to make sure I love again, I have to. No one has the right to take my dream from me and like a good wine; when love comes along I shall drink of it. But, you know, no matter who else I meet, you will be my one, my cake in the park.

No matter where my future leads me you will be there. I shall take control of my life again, I will get others to love me as you did and I know I will lose it again over and over but it will be a shallow passion, like a river it will flow fast and furious but it will never run deep for only you can have that, only you will I truly have loved, I shall always be wondering, why?

That cake, why did it have to go, why, why … no, I can’t bear it, no, no, no