Sharing
on the ocean shore
I remember things I used to take for granted
on a mountain top
I imagine my future mistakes
the music was there before we started
we pass it around
we live
with puzzles on our lips
on a mountain top
within a piece of land the shape of a desert island
amidst the ocean surrounded by land
in my room
I own a puzzle
I cannot share
In August
this world an overripe kumquat
ready to burst
noxious
ominously effervescent
a sad story we improvise
as we sink into oblivion
a freak show of bogus needs
fake beliefs
a quagmire of arrogance
do you believe in good and bad?
good that changes into bad in gradations?
bad that becomes good in bursts?
all these questions I want to ask you
you can help me understand
I am lost in the pain of others
feeling the urge to act
as I sit in this parlor
writing poetry
you can help me understand
but when I dial your number
I find you have been extinct
for millions of years,
or at least since our last meeting
on the lake in August
I hang up
I remember your eyes
absent
hopelessly effervescent
A. Molotkov is a writer, composer, etc., and a co-founder of the Inflectionist poetry movement. He is the author of several novels, short story and poetry collections and the winner of the 2008 E. M. Koeppel Award for his story “Round Trip”, nominated for a Pushcart. Visit him at www.AMolotkov.com
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