A Pedestrian Poem

These are defeats which have brought me
To Sarah: a meaningless life, a foul-tempered
Wife, an obsession with words which nobody
Has heard. In this seat in her living room,
I feel alive. She addresses my appetites, offers
Me toast. “To the man without any, I'm
Giving my hopes.” Not my boss, nonetheless,
With her warmth, she has fired me. I am
Defeated. That's not so bad. I now haven't
The means to go home.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-02-16 at 15:05

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