2020-03-31T01:37:12-07:00January 8th, 2013|Creativity|

What good is a poet at the end of the world?

I must have the kind of face
that makes people want to tell me
about the end of the world

perhaps it’s my sticky-out eyes
the way they look shocked and heedful
at the same time

but it’s starting to hack away
at my contentment
the way waves
eat the cliff
a few tufts at a time

today I got a compliment
and found myself wistful
as though it already was that year
of bleakness and terror

trying not to see the despair
on people’s faces
as I offered these strange things
that once drew such praise

tangled together
into poems.

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