"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

A MAN OF NO CONSEQUENCE

Phone calls never answered
Texts that tank in space
Assignations abandoned
Meetings changed in haste.

Verse that never scans
Novels none will read
Invitations rescinded
Scarred and gone to seed.

Heat that burns and never warms
Rain that soaks 'til all is sodden
Restorations all resisted
Tough tracks too downtrodden.

People always rushing past
Pushed and prodded black
Apologies never proffered
Blunt knives in a bloody back.

Last placed in every queue
Wait until - or if - called
Destitution via competition
Only sweet death forestalled.

Black dogs block each escape
Their kisses are never withdrawn
Fiendish in their befriending
Scary with their barking scorn.

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