Saturday, December 7, 2019

Kit Kelen #1435 - a fatality of flaws

1435
a fatality of flaws
(reasons to resent myself)

here’s a failure to act
grown fat with

as if no tomorrow
will it have rained by then?

pretending again
lost to the image of

funds down
are we a bottomless pit?

smoke through the stillness
on and on

everything dead of a garden
and come again the rains too late

what to keep alive
not the bones creaking

not the old aches
here in the wish want

too much once more
been bad I’ve been

not listened, seen
can’t hear me, can you?

down and down
a why bother

flares up
when we disagree

it’s like this
doubt a self, doubt all

greedy so fallen
pride cometh here, there

catch us in a lie at home
smoke through all the doors

the windows
can see through it

new old denials
at a time like this

when we disagree, nod
you’re not listening

niggle a way through the dim
the dead and the half dead

the dying yet
who will we keep alive?

in a certain light
the reality is

won’t be the truth
to set you free

sun’s too red
and the moon is too  

like a lamp left on
shone glass through

here are the hours we have
last of all

go under in the thing
greed for the numbers themselves

fight, someone said
it’s a home for those creatures

in days of the catastrophe
that summer after the election

they’ll say there was five minutes
waking then back to it

swim in the mirror
who’s fairest?

and then I am worse for
I’m made mean   

can cultivate not mattering
yet it always does

the forest smokes indoors
in the car with the kids as well

must be the work of a government
minor parties can’t do this

I over we by all this time  
the noise, funds down, the fighting

how I distract myself – rub here
and polish then everything gone

breathless with the smoke
or is it argument?

exasperate
you are so far

close eyes, shrug, raise brows
it’s off a duck’s back, mock

give it an inch and we vanish
and if not perfect, when?

how hard is it?
admit, apologize, agree

let all souls be lit
and other nothings shine

then can we go on
go under in the thing

so, in the firstness, come to light
every bird will sing 

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