so all alone it just feels right

Photo by Gail Albert Halaban

So All Alone It Just Feels Right

(a takeoff on a Bukowski line)

No one’s
waiting on
the far
side of
glory.


There’ll be
no victory
parade or
prancing elves
reading from a
scroll of
praises.


There’ll be
no homecoming,
children rushing
out to
meet you.


There’ll be
misunderstanding
& forgetfulness
investigations
empty hammocks
renunciation
& a
punch-drunk
inquisition.


So much for
glory &
its just
desserts.


So much for
the Land
of Plenty
& a
kind word
on your
death bed.


What were
you expecting
when you
raised the
flag &
marched off
into China?


When you
took the
pledge &
swore allegiance
with your
pants down?


A chance
to tame
the Beast
& return
love to
its rightful
owner?


Sometimes you
feel so
all alone
it just
feels right.

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