Whatever, poetry written by Steven Fortune at Spillwords.com
Eugene Chystiakov

Whatever

Whatever

written by: Steven Fortune

 

Humouring
Fooling
Tonight
they are one
and the same

Just to bemoan
the proximity
of words on paper
to words on a tongue
plants my newborn
despondency
on a mirrored podium
of selfishness

I thought I was
sanctifying
routine breath
and token platitudes
in greasy hand-held
rituals
But just like holy water
sheds its symbolism
and is sucked back
into nature’s cycle
the ink I warm
and nurse my words
to health with
will bore itself
into the impermanence
of paper or a monitor
and what I said
will shed the hope
it may have carried
at a time of
hopelessness

Lottery tickets
are what I’m writing
as I sit here
with my skull
swimming in a pillow
of utopia
nursing a ruptured
Narcissism
slashed down
in a war of wills
with your sadness

I was humoured
with your happiness once
and fooled tonight
by your sadness
Nonetheless
I thank you for
a necessary lesson
Clinging to the same numbers
is a Pollyanna policy

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