Just Once | Michael Tasker
just once
i wish something
would work out
that there wouldn’t
be some problem
that things would
go smoothly
that i wouldn’t
have to jump through
extra hoops
that luck would
go my way
instead of
against me
just once
i wish something
would work out
that there wouldn’t
be some problem
that things would
go smoothly
that i wouldn’t
have to jump through
extra hoops
that luck would
go my way
instead of
against me
for in dejection
and in hopeless render
on a shaky bastion
I’d write me a letter
two months and more than three
my reality, thine rosy thorn
down, in spiral, can thy see
in impression, was I forlorn
for now, I lay, curled, asleep
tumble dreading, in slippery slope
dreaming, hoping, I can leap
away, toward, in hint of hope
a number of moons, I’d count
a fortnight of five periods in rain
inklings of miseries, oh they mount
blot like ink, tattooed like pain
conquered even the hopefuls
a stretched out, foreboding reality
this land, roamed, by deceitful
now, a broken heart, have I thee
wish I may, the months, I’d skip
else, force embraced all dread
if I could only, through time, I’d leap
towards the time I’ve already med
not one person, would like to be
in the clutch of a weary heart
in wish, leap the future and see
jump in time, for anew, a start
If I don’t reach you
on my last day
before the grave,
you can protest here.
Nothing’s imminent.
Don’t blot mascara
with the blank
page.
I’m not the grandparent
offering water
at the border.
No aluminum blanket.
Your calls will be answered,
by Chet Baker,
in the order they are
perceived.
After the birthday
the death day
gets a turn
at the wheel.
Maybe future morbidity
is just a weather
report from
the ICE age.
I wish, and wish again
the meek inherited
some sort of love
the proud overlooked.
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One day I’ll meet you and,
I’ll love you unconditionally,
The way I’ve always dreamed