Sold Out

Sold Out

3-22-2011

The models they ended making,
For he had sold himself out

His actions had been repeating
The critical couldn’t mind and wouldn’t-

Stop saying sorry when you fault
Graceless as you are, it is beauty to watch

Hopeful eyes and puppy dog paws
Pressing, trembling after talk raw

“We won’t end up like that, will we”
-I must refuse, for all is black and white-

Patterns I may see dear
But the future shan’t be stark

And even though the way is dark
Its roads I have walked before

The whispers on either bush grimace
Delighting hellishly at his bewilderment

That I wandered, Antigone counter-part
Brushed the fells of hell and smiled

Was more precious than a touch
Was more delightful than too much

James P. McCabe