Prone to excitement
and hungry for attention
chock full of hubris
a fall of some kind
is almost inevitable
On the first day
calling down the muse
I will be struck by lightning
My lights will go out
This will be poetic justice
On the second day
crossing an empty street
I will be mown down
by a silent ice cream van
This will serve me right
On the third day
despite being super wary
and really careful
I will not see the winged boy
falling from the sky
Published by colinhopkirk
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.
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