(Darn these abstract words! Everyday I have new feelings about them. Do you?)
Conceptual Feeling
Hope
is scattered white dust
from crushed bones.
Loneliness
is that body in the river
weighed down by stones.
Joy
is the peasant among royalty
in his Sunday best.
Love
is a messenger
who’s been shot twice in the chest.
Fear
ambushes you
after tracking your every move.
Guilt
is a note to your conscience
stating: you’ve got to improve.
Satisfaction
crosses her fingers
after every other lie.
Seduction
is the golden key to the door
of each single high.
Peace
is a gifted child
whom no one understands.
Misery
is a corrupted fool
who offers a pleading hand.
Curiousity
is the daredevil
who wishes he had nine lives.
Potential
is only a coward
who’s afraid to work, afraid to strive.
Temptation
is the birth mother
of the first last time.
And forgiveness, oh forgiveness
is the dawning of a promise
spining upon a dime.
