I never liked ’em
much
one way or the other, but
when they diagnosed her–
metastatic
stage four
breast–
sad to say
I wanted them suckers
gone. But
gone things, too,
hold sway. Their mass
the pendulum that swings us
from there to there to there
like little weighted off-kilter
bobbers. One moment it’s all
sunshine tweets that irradiate
the soul. The next
a pulsing lodestar
that you grasp at
and you suck and
you suck until you can’t suck
at nothing no more.
Tim Staley
great poem