Every Connection

[Those of you with sharp eyes and long memory may recognize this as a poem previously, even recently, published in this blog. In the past, I've just pasted new versions of a poem over the original. Just for fun, I'm leaving the originnal intact in it's original location. If you don't have much interest in "the process" of revising poetry, just don't read it.]

Every connection I intend Fails at coming through. I see failure here and falling behind, Nor will they depart. There can be no expectation of great success, No way to anticipate my heart. No way to learn the right or wrong address. Each fork in the road is just another wrongful guess. At every corner that I turn I see us at a dead end. So suck it up and believe what you believe, Which is nothing, And let the other suckers go on by us; They don’t have a worry that we’ll be Famous for our sins or adored for our crimes. They look relieved and relaxed Even if that’s only how they look, And I wish I could be that way— Never feel spotlighted or trapped like a rat By all their endless jabber while I invent These cold false smiles to brush them off At each wrong address and each dead end. rcs. Created on 12/6/2009 5:37 PM 1st revision: 1/8/2010 8:20 PM