three stanzas

i want to write the world in three stanzas

the heartache of beginnings and the faithlessness of regrets
tempered by the bitter endings of faded drawings
collecting dust in their shoestring lives
with words strung together to create pretty designs
meaningless in their attempts at panache to right
the voices of a thousand echoing shattered love songs

we wrote poems
and i said we grew up three stanzas too long but
the truth is that makes no sense
so we write on with our lives and our false hopes
that dignity will soon swallow and pray for the faith that makes
leaping off mountains into some vast Perhaps OK thinking

but i’m a rebel.


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