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