Relinquishing this, my lament for you
the few who refrain self-righteous views.
feinting pleasantries with the bravest deceit;
emptiness marauding cynics yearn to repeat
that nostalgic release of poetic quotation
to belittle fathers before sons---
Replenishing this, my hunger for new
thoughts long since past, volumes in queue
festering precariously at the front of the mind;
withdrawing into the same old thing in rewind.
Stitch and hem away, like Rhea Ilia for quid.
I’ll fire upon thoughts like Hemingway did.