Inept
Poem
Texts
inept (LA Weekly - 1996)
everything is inept everywhere,
see torn butterflies
bad verse
bad love,
no man is wise enough to stay
wise,
cool hollow of dim pities
where blood stank
is soft now
and not precious.
we are struck through
mixed with kittens and tigers,
some life and
no life
at all;
no army lasts, no night, no day;
friend, these wallpaper flowers now
without sun -
they may last longer than even my
dimmest concern, and
properly so - yet
why am I so
sad?