Fail-Safe Poem by Michael Arthur

There isn’t an end
written down
Don’t you understand
white spaces
There isn’t an end
written down
Don’t you understand
blank faces
It’s not as if I was born
morning before yesterday’s dawning
I came to life
when I watched your lashes
rapidly crash
Rings are promises
bought with a old shirt
torn off his scapula and pawned off
Once our fail-safe
There isn’t an end
written down
Don’t you understand
blank faces