A Great Statue Of Indignity. Poem by Michael Gale

A statue of indignity stands tall and proud in my bay of decent proposals of the long island tea dole-drummed heart...Drunkenness disorderly misconducts of the misappropriated heart breaks and aches.

Pitter patter...Does every day mistakes, really matter?

Arched stretching and etchings of a nose bled trail...Lead to very roughened waters of the unloved boat that sank to a new low depth of disappointed remembering and meanderings for a heart starved diet.

Why should heart ache become such a well known and self centered bed fellow to ye? ...
Why has thine own maze to happiness left me lost of speech and freedom's own ideals be earned and free?

Watch, as I fall and stumble in great heaps of disappointments, that bog down and threaten to drown me in a great love story like sea, or see...

Alas! ...Might I pass? ...
No searched beam of a heartless light house go bust.

Love is often searched for, and all it's most wanted lust...
A happy ending, is a must, I trust.