Thursday, February 18, 2016

oh god
am i a 
poet now?

INT alex’s parent’s house
alex’s mom:  NO, Not my son!
Not my son!

alex’s dad: it’s too late. 
it’s… out of our hands.
he’s.. one of them now.


fuck. 
to be a poet is
to be doomed 

to a life of disappointment
and difficulty.  and
unparalleled sorrow


am
doomed. 

No comments:

Post a Comment