Once I Believed But
I have come to accept that our
teardrop laid open in centrefold
would appear to all the world
like a tethered angel in a crate
being carried through the crowd
upon a gasp of lost loyalties
jostling the party goers
and spilling their drinks
so rude.
Yet still there seems to be some
misplaced need to talk about
redemption like it might
sprout a happy ending,
but I am here to tell you
sweetheart, it will not.
About the Author: Lindsay McLeod lives down the Port in South Australia with his cattle dog, Mary. His writing has won some awards and been published widely in over a hundred distinguished magazines/journals like AS IT OUGHT TO BE and most recently, RAT’S ASS REVIEW. Given early retirement, Lindsay is said to be considering a life of crime to support his poetry habit.
Image Credit: Jules Schmalzigaug “Rhythm of Light Waves; Street + Sun + Crowd” (1915-1916) Public domain image courtesy of Artvee
As It Ought To Be 