A poem about endings. Not sure I can explain exactly where it comes from.
It is danger for any writer is to rely their usual tropes. To write from the default position, so to speak. Each poem needs to be unique, bespoke to the requirements of the concept.
It is danger for any writer is to rely their usual tropes. To write from the default position, so to speak. Each poem needs to be unique, bespoke to the requirements of the concept.
Love
Gone Sour
She
informed me I'm like that song.
That
I know the one,
that
I've heard it on the radio.
She
expects me to provide her
with
the exact analogy
she
can use to criticise me, again.
It
was one of those points in life
that
makes you add up the scores.
The
kind that makes you question love.
A
brief crystallisation of an awareness
that
your life doesn't have to be like this.
Another
push towards the door.
You
know you will walk.
I am off to see Ryley Walker [again] next weekend. Here he is with the band.