Hovercraft - Poem by s./j. goldner
The most destructive people
are the ones who do not know
what they need. She had said to him—
months ago from the passenger seat.
For parry’s sake, to go a step farther:
the most most destructive people are
the ones who do know what they need
and completely ignore what they need.
Insomniously staring into the junkyard
of a neighborhood landfill,
with the quality of tunes pulsing in his ear,
he’s contemplating. Waiting.
For answers to illuminate;
youth falls shy in time’s wake
while you’re caught in a doubletake—
and still he waits
Above the waste like spelling out his name
with a zephyr in the clouds.
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