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Ode to Disappointment

Posted to Action Poetry

I don't stay long
in childlike awe of it
don't struggle to deny
the abject jaw of it
I linger head-strong
in the boxing ring of it
open my heart
to the piercing sting of it
I inspect and fine tune
the lines and creases of it
read the Tarot, to divine
different pieces of it
never muzzle, or skip
spontaneous beats of it
whatever it takes
to avoid repeats of it
don't live stoic
in quiet fold of it
Naw, I take it to the mine,
make shiny gold of it.