SAPIENCE

What it was, was
American football,
The worst.

What it was, was
Befriending the skull
And becoming
Thanatic.

What it was, was
That roasting
Midwestern
Sense of humor.

What it was, was
A prim laser
And a black vase
With five too many
Wilting carnations.

What it was, was
An argument about
Youth and
La Sapienza.

What it was, was
A nation so full
Of balding men
With no interest in
Wearing hats
You just cannot.

What it was, was
An endless search
For a new place
To drown.

What it was, was
Never easy,
Never been
Easier.

What it was, was
A reference
Manual for boredom
And distraction.

What it was, was
His repossession
And her garden
Of fundament.

What it was, was
More and more
Gunmen living
American dreams.

What it was, was
A plot without
Conflict.

What it was, was
“Yeah, no,
I mean…”

What it was, was
Your fly
Down at the bar
Half the night.

What it was, was
Nothing less durable
Than a blank check.

What it was, was
A horrible
Compelling charge.

What it was, was
Health
Unto death.

What it was, was
A too huge love
Of books.

What it was, was
Not being
Anywhere, not
Nowhere.

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2 thoughts on “SAPIENCE

  1. sanberdooboy says:

    strong poem. the stanza about “Gunmen living American dreams,” is right on, and sadly so. the last stanza communicates a sense of hopelessness and that is partly due to the rhythms and the repetition of “not.”

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