A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Tuesday, June 18, 2024

Breaking well

I think everyone's broke
'til they break. Then,
and then only

one might have a chance
to meet some one again.
Some one equally wiggy
and wise as oneself, shaped
and almost killed by similar
lucky forces: a self-judge! Or
others-savior, maybe, and therefore:

behavior meets match in no dream,
just a drag. Accidentally or not, we stay
stuck 'til we'll die ("accidentally" here
includes only "naturally,") within weeks
of each other. Killed by one sigh.

'Til death do we find we shall each die
alone. So vow now forever girl, man:
woman's home, or else go buy the plot.
Might as well, it's the trope where we
hopefully don't get

shot

by some dope. 

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