Microdebitage Poem by Edwin Hopper

Microdebitage



(Microdebitage is defined as
flint knapping residue less than 1 mm in
maximum dimension.)

We both feel fates indifferent barrage,
of hard words in life's grinding afternoon,
and sadly shed our microdebitage.

Encouraging hearts in a broken garage,
with some pointless massage to stay in tune,
we both feel fates indifferent barrage,

Knowing that fulfilment is a mirage,
We still demand the dark side of our moon,
and sadly shed our microdebitage,

Our "good" is just a goon in camouflage,
with slings and arrows to random fortune,
we both feel fates indifferent barrage,

Engaging still in hopeful badinage,
we're not immune to the tears monsoon
and sadly shed our microdebitage,

begging help from our useless entourage,
sabotaging bandage for loves harpoon,
We both feel fates indifferent barrage,
and sadly shed our microdebitage.

Saturday, February 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: hate,love
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