I can’t tell
if you were always like this,
a broken metaphor,
or something more.
A brilliant crisis,
I guess I never understood,
or tried to understand.
I guess I didn’t really give a damn.
Crushed by the waves,
imploding under pressure;
the way a vacuum sucks.
You used to seek such treasures,
never quitting,
never had enough.
But, life is a Slippery Willy,
just when you think
you have it in the clutch,
you’re going overboard;
lost again
and no one gives a fuck.
The sea is full
of discarded plastic,
islands of our
throw away charade.
No more consequences;
come and see the paradise we’ve made.
Drifting garbage archipelagos,
testaments to our
accidental godhood;
no good
deed goes unpunished.
Clinging to the morass,
floating under the same stars
that drove us apart.
Society
never had a place
for a plastic heart,
but now here we are,
watching you
create this careful art.
Love is like this,
both terrible
and wonderful.
I never gave you any credit.
I called you a “Throw away friend”.
Before all this ends,
I want to walk
on your crazy garbage island.
You’ve made me see
how lovely
and how horrible I can be.
I’m sorry
that I ever doubted you.
HG – 2017
