Another one
bites the motes, spits a clod,
and is claimed by fame, all in a name.
Again, not I
anonymous
let the book worms crawl in
and out as though it were all natural
and biodegradable over a lifetime
to deteriorate
this way
all of us bound in romantic tragedy,
we try to forget this poignancy
with age.
What comes
are words not unwise, nor mine.
Summarily, I listen.
My work is done
a hush has fallen.
Including this
one there were four hundred and sixty-nine
times I’ve stabbed at Truth-
only to burst bubbles, finding nothing
inside. I wrestle, is this not episodic
or just melodramatic...
I can guess.
My pen is dull, I have no credit to my name.
What feels right in living like me
is all wrong for others
(monetarily). I owe them one
for their certainty.
I feel no Nationalism
or sentiment
may be strong enough
to overcome
its little people.
And here we are, another orbit around,
One (more) Earth year
To reset
our broken watches and records.
Play it again Sam.
Let us dance.
It may be our last chance
to take it in
Memoriam.
Let us hum(an)
auld lang syne.
