Monday, August 27, 2012


One Use Only

The one good thing about disappointment
is that it always happens at the end.
It’s the fantasy that walked into a wall,
a promise that goes lame,
the new railroad,
tracks running from the north and
from the south
that don’t quite meet.

Grace Kelly, when she opened her
mouth and sounded stupid,
Marilyn when she opened hers and
broke your heart.

At the ball
At the punch bowl
At the line of coke
At the zoo.

What’s good about disappointment is that it’s
never a surprise.
You kind of hear it coming
even before the fun sets in.
cause you’ve done this all before.

The real deal though--
it never disappoints.
The wave that knocked you on your ass
raked your face and filled your mouth
clouded your vision and showed you fish,
all for the first time,
means that the next one is bound to disappoint.

1 comment:

  1. This poem has the instant hit of recognition for me. Yes, disappointment. In all it's pedestrian and grand forms. Your blog does not disappoint!

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