Win / Loss
A game is played
on an abstract field, each team
vying for what’s worth vying for.
Various moves are made, strategies
employed. A vendor in the stands
on the internet makes a sale. In the living room
a heart moves, in actuality
a man’s hopes, abstract, up in him
die, or soar. A film major
has caught it all
from one angle. The philosophers say
it’s fragmented, but this all
has one tremendous arc, written
in the black vault of stars,
I want to say. They keep on
reappearing, long after they’ve
not even gone. I wished, felt
things— destroyed because they could not,
in my lifetime, ever
be different. Fact is they are changing every day
but they are not. Fact is
a shelled creature moves across
the pavement. I would eat your shoe, or car
is how I feel right now, as lost or angry
as the fan who’s lost, whose team
huddles dejected, praying. What else can we do.
What else could we have done.
on an abstract field, each team
vying for what’s worth vying for.
Various moves are made, strategies
employed. A vendor in the stands
on the internet makes a sale. In the living room
a heart moves, in actuality
a man’s hopes, abstract, up in him
die, or soar. A film major
has caught it all
from one angle. The philosophers say
it’s fragmented, but this all
has one tremendous arc, written
in the black vault of stars,
I want to say. They keep on
reappearing, long after they’ve
not even gone. I wished, felt
things— destroyed because they could not,
in my lifetime, ever
be different. Fact is they are changing every day
but they are not. Fact is
a shelled creature moves across
the pavement. I would eat your shoe, or car
is how I feel right now, as lost or angry
as the fan who’s lost, whose team
huddles dejected, praying. What else can we do.
What else could we have done.
1 Comments:
this is beautiful, adam. there's a lovely quietness about it. after reading it last night, i felt compelled to go to the window and close the curtains. i wrote the first few decent lines i've written in weeks and weeks.
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