A Losing Game

The only poem I actually liked from creative writing. The phrase down the left is something like Scottish, I think. It translates roughly to, 'goes often awry.'

 

 

Gauche games of

Abstraction.

Nonchalant words of

Guile.

 

August gestures

For the benefit of

Tawdry thought.

 

Asinine meaning in this

Game of insipid

Love. And yet, I am

Enamored by

You.