Dear Neighbor,
Stranger:
Obsess over triumph and glory.
Lose your nails
On the road uptown.
Unravel the veils
O' the weeping widows
And die,
For it's all you're worth
In your triumph and glory,
Dearest of moonlights;
Die before the fantasies
And the sunlight
do.
Consume the carcass
Of the meandering
Route of
Imperial afflictions
and
Recognize
The face within the shipwreck,
The lost cause
Within the joyful loss.
Recognize,
Defeat.
YOU ARE READING
Neighbor
PoetryAnd you'll never feel The touch of primrose, or the breathing of trees By your back. You'll never feel; For you never knew To try, Dear Neighbor.
