What Remains You find out what’s a poem the Hard way some times A scrap of line you threw away two days Ago and now look at you bent over the dumpster at the waist Sneaking a bite of pizza while you Think no one can see you It’s not everyday that the end of the world is announced one terrible loss at a time Mental hygiene they used to say As a joke On the billboards along the Parkway Nobody laughed that anyone knows Now its just okay, are you saying I’m not essential Or are you saying that You don’t even want to be friends Breaking up is Never cut and dry. Industrial hygiene, by the way, is a weapon Not a joke. Every law is obeyed in the end, over time – Or have we forgotten the news of the day. Track those lights across the sky into the dawn of This was never dreamed, but Feared all the same. Ground-nesting birds A nervous harbor bell A bumper sticker that reads: This too shall pass – As we overtake the Last thing we lost. As we set sail With whatever remains https://lepointdappui.wordpress.com/2020/05/19/what-remains/ got poems? post em here!
I wrote this a few years ago. I have no experience in poems, or songs. The alarm clock’s rude voice interrupts. Reality is the ground. I don’t hit it running, it smacks me in the face. ...and I’m back inside my self. I grab another stone, and throw it in my backpack. As I slept, the world sharpened it’s fangs. I don my thinning armor, all of it that remains, and face the unknown beast. Almost paralyzed by my fear. Does it wait out there, or does it stare back in the mirror? I don’t feel safe, Should I pray? Who’s listening, anyway?
