Posts tagged ‘Failure’

October 20, 2014

A Richer Victory

Bitterness

Broke, bitter and alone.
What more could I possibly ask for?
I have failed, at last,
beyond my wildest expectations.
I don’t understand
why I’m still not satisfied.

November 8, 2013

Improvidence

Improvidence

The other lives I might have led
all now might as well be
dead. Survived by no one.
Barren, without issue of  any sort:
this withered bud, failed
in art and love. With no time left
to change my course. But time enough
for infinite remorse.

October 10, 2013

CXIII

Failure

There’s no point forcing it.
I’ve been forcing it for long enough:
going through the motions, motionlessly,
directionlessly, pleasurelessly. Attempting
is no longer tempting.  Other than to furnish myself
with further proof of incapacity, there doesn’t seem
to be much point in trying anymore.
Maybe I can give up after all.
I should never have doubted my ability
in that area.

 

 

October 7, 2013

FEELINGS

Failing at Feeling

I may as well face the fact
that I am no longer capable
of doing what I once believed
I was capable of  doing.
Not that I had any reason to assume
that I was capable of it.
It was just a feeling that I had.
And now I have a different feeling.

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September 28, 2013

That Time of Day

Termination

A destructive overawareness of time
knives through the hot empty spaces
of an afternoon. A sense of urgency vaporizing
into torpor. Even the traffic sounds tired.
Do something, I tell myself.
What?  The same thing I’ve been doing
every day for years on end
with varying degrees of failure.

September 9, 2013

All Down the Line

Many Unrealized Revelations

Passing the various stations,
the vicarious stations,
watching the other passengers get off,
without baggage, at the earliest stop -
once they feel they’ve done their time,
but wanting credit for riding it to the end of the line.
For at the terminal, what awaits?
Just a faded ticket, out of date.

 

July 29, 2013

XIX

Safety in Numbness

I do not know the meaning of  hard work.
But I know what it means to adhere
to a schedule of  diligent work-avoidance
as if it were a regular job: a strict routine
of  wandering around and lying down
and brooding over wasted time.
I don’t like to mix business
with anything, least of all pleasure.

June 10, 2013

Woodshedding

Kill off

Grooming myself for a career in failure,
I studied with masters.
Then I realized: they were successful.
For how would they otherwise be known?
There is a difference between the failures
of the successful and the failure of true failures.
A matter of sliding scale:
The failures of the successful are celebrated,
broadcast far and wide;
while the failures of failures are obscure,
buried with them when they die.

May 16, 2013

by strange coincidence

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slightly troubling

May 13, 2013

A Richer Victory

 

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Broke, bitter and alone.
What more could I ask for?
I have failed, at last,
beyond my wildest expectations.
I don’t understand
why I’m still not satisfied.

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