The Stupid Things

Certain
epiphanies
require time.

This writing’s
been on
the wall
since I was
small.

Like water that
scalds at
the touch,
I’m too
extreme
a presence
to love
unconditionally,
and though I
attest to
absolute
transparency

(apparently
the world’s
worst
relationship
policy)

that particular
truth’s gone
on, criminally
underused, as
corpses in
my wake accrue along
the riverside avenues of
youth,

white picket
fences that make
no mention of
the ghosts they
fenced in, dreams
they
prevented,
life-long
interventions wearing
twenty-four carat rings.

If I’m supposed
to want the
stupid things,
why are
they unattainable,

yet always said

to be
waiting in
the wings?

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4 thoughts on “The Stupid Things

  1. “If I’m supposed
    to want the
    stupid things,
    why are
    they unattainable,

    yet always said

    to be
    waiting in
    the wings?”
    my best lines.
    well maybe cos they are stupid, and we can have them, they beguile us into thinking we can and those robbing us of our sense of reasoning to figure that we should just leave then and move on in pursuit of better things that are attainable

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