Two-bit Romanticism

I plod. You needn't stay with me.
I navigate this sidewalk by the
Streetlight's harsh, unlovely glow.
You can flit beneath the moon
Across your dopey crayon
Landscape, gorgeous oceans,
Wispy longings, all the hackneyed
Ticks of cheap romantics what
You claim to see. I will see the
World we share, the desperate
Silhouettes in windows, alleys
Heaped with broken things, and
Sift through them in search
Of what I need to build a sturdy
Art unlike your evanescent
Piffle, which won't stay with me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-09-07 at 14:07

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