Serenity prayers
morbidly postponed
by the solitary absentees
whose betrayed, bankrupted, broken childhoods
laundry the memory loss lane
With fragile dew point tears
instantly made
by autumn’s concrete loyalty
to old meadows and valleys and hills;
In light of today’s options versus tomorrow’s reasons
Some self-examined subjective selves
Sublimated in a globally turned apathy hourglass
whose frozen sand wipes off the undissolved blood types
Equally reclaimed and recounted
by elusive goodbye notes
Bear with me for a while
But mind you
Though pathetic and sympathetic,
I am not really going to share
those last
deathbed
words.
