The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 7/6/09

[BlueIris]

"Boomerang"

Our lives are like pantoums. Those lines come back
To haunt us. Say your mantras, make your peace.
Every slur you heard is elegiac:
Something dies within. Something is released

To haunt us. Make your mantras, say your piece.
You were worthless then, dear. And worthless now.
Something dies within. Something is released.
In time you'll learn to let your goodness go--

You were worthless, then, dear, and worthless now--
And concentrate on arts of pain instead.
In time, you'll learn, too. Let your goodness go
To waste on every partner in your bed,

And concentrate on arts of pain. Instead
of needing love, remember you have lines
To waste on every partner in your bed:
You disappoint me. You show all the signs

Of needing love, remember? You have lines
To undermine a person's getting close.
You disappoint me. You show all the signs.
If you're nothing, you have nothing to lose,

To undermine. A person's getting close,
Every slur you hear is elegiac.
If you're nothing, you have nothing to lose.
Our lives are like pantoums. Those lines come back.

~Michael J. Bugeja

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. My dear BlueIris...

Well, this is a sad one...

But I like its lyricism, the way the words turn...

Thanks!

:hi:

[BlueIris]

2. I really like this author. I wish he were more well-known. nt