Lost Sentiments

  1. Poetry is a blue blue egg, a facsimile
  2. of prior words.
  3. The world has gone bored
  4. of reinventing itself.
  5. The people pass, bereft
  6. of any relevant historical references.
  7. There is a postmodern demon
  8. eating at my brain.
  9. And then, a flower overlooked,
  10. all bygones lost to the sea,
  11. or perhaps at 4:54 pm, a young girl
  12. with song spilling from her throat,
  13. her arms spread wide like wings,
  14. as if drugged, in the setting sun.