Sunday, February 5, 2017

Rob Schackne #235 - "What we hope for"

"What we hope for"

Lived once near a
small town named Roadkill
where years ago the
fencing was taken down
and where all the
people looked well-fed...

What we hope for
so capable of happiness
instead the infantile rage
takes us and braces
down into the ground
the unhappiness and despair

can poetry complete the

circle we can wonder
all we want about
how our language betrays
good notes and sense
gets carried far away

ground me in love

connect me back up
connect it like electricity
all the extra apples
good men and women
some art that saves

the alien and other
the fear it won’t
get any better and
the hope it will
so tired of questions
the interrogations and sins


  1. Would love to hear more about the town called Roadkill and its connection with poetry, language and love - maybe a series on Roadkill is in order?

    1. Ha. Dear Kristen, I was lucky to get out of there alive...but perhaps a revisit.


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