name your own poison
1.
tried too hard, not hard enough
ran out of (luck cash interest) the rest
a work ethic, too much heart, family shit
the ordinary irresolute reasons, a bifurcated
path to enlightenment. finger the wind
north and this southern glow (from
the tomb exit) it looks different
2.
need a hard-liquored act, a smoke
something to task or to grasp me
(the newly risen make no pretense)
one life's labor should be enough
but it isn't / isn't
3.
life the car on the tarmac
the winged jet as it skitters
the star all flash
flashing the road, the air.
deep north is the atmosphere
way up, white clouds underneath
tried too hard, not hard enough
ran out of (luck cash interest) the rest
a work ethic, too much heart, family shit
the ordinary irresolute reasons, a bifurcated
path to enlightenment. finger the wind
north and this southern glow (from
the tomb exit) it looks different
2.
need a hard-liquored act, a smoke
something to task or to grasp me
(the newly risen make no pretense)
one life's labor should be enough
but it isn't / isn't
3.
life the car on the tarmac
the winged jet as it skitters
the star all flash
flashing the road, the air.
deep north is the atmosphere
way up, white clouds underneath
posted by Louise at 10:01 PM
1 Comments:
Time goes backwards when scrolling down, Ms Waller and this is a spectacularly perfect poem to come after/before the moon photo series. I think some part of the moon must be in you, maybe all of us. Your poem is absolutely gorgeous.
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