#1092 - two poems - best of all possible & don't know

 

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best of all possible

 

it’s every morning

wake from scratch

ache over in

another childhood done

 

gold is the sunshine everywhere

so summer it is now

 

it’s all that’s passed yet in a dream

 

wings in the stillness are yours

 

the very few notes to begin

 

come clouds

I dare your worst

 

 

don’t know

for godsbother

 

don’t know if I’m getting anywhere

or if there’s any point to it

don’t know which way I ought to go

 

they said ‘tone deaf’ and wrote it on my card

they mocked

I, tail between my legs

know that pitying look they give

 

alone with my mess

or shelf of self

 

airport pulp

pot boilers

then the pot boiled dry

 

and what’s the point (?)

anyone would ask

but there’s no one around

 

just me

follow down this slippery pole

and will there be light at the top of the well?

 

not sure whether life has been some kind of error

or if there is correcting

 

know just a bit of what I don’t

and there’s much terror there

(no gods at all required)

 

so I set out to fail again

 

who knows where I’m going with this

(what a comfort if there were just someone along)

 

all I can really possibly be sure of

is if there’s anywhere to get

I’d better get going now