A Considerate Loveless

A nonce poem.

 

High as hi-fi, and low as the pat phrases

Of a few good friends: what a way to go.

Black out entirely, collapse through the county

Until like a progressive dream you've left.

You think there is that more out there,

That substance that owes nothing to measurement,

That more that lacks quantity

Or reality,

But you are delusional enough to tell others it has quality.

 

It is that taste you've never even smelt

That made you lurch from the bed of routine.

Can you be envied?
You are a considerate loveless,

The letters are a tell-all. If you come back,

However,
One wouldn't think you will be received so well.

 

Perfection

It is not something to die memorizing - and thus you tumble on

Going through hoops of alignment's dusty wake,

And treat the rat race like a success.

 

Through little moments of magic,

Little parts of par, morsels of vintage smile.

You were a considerate loveless,

You told everyone before it happened, before you dilated and

Departed to dull dullness.

You shouted how unhappy you had been,

Trapped in the hot seat.

How all you did was tardy,

All your products slowly coming

But never on the dot, never when people could see,

Never what people could see.

 

There ought to be those who take you for a role model,

There ought to be those who take you for a fool.

There ought to be those bits of smile, like you promised

Yourself.

And there will be those who will make shrines to you.

Imprint your name in gold on the far ends of

Bricks

And hide your name in the foundation of houses.

You could be the considerate loveless

Hidden in the cracks of home, shelter to people you don't even know

By just leaving your name behind.