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Looking for a Preacher
"You will never find the perfect one."
She tells me this as I turn away from the fireworks.
"No."
Perfection is exactly what I'm after.
Relentless, yes. And altogether
Unreasonable.
"Why are you so insistent?"
"Oh, I don't know."
But I do. There's a small, private glory in
Being right.
The easy way is to make
Somebody wrong.
Relentless, yes. And completely
Silly.
"Well, you'll never be happy if you have to judge like this."
My cigarette goes out and I
Think for a moment before relighting it.
Blues and greens echo in the sky;
Fireworks demand attention.
"Yes."
Who wants to be happy?
Not in such a
Big way.
Relentless, yes. And absolutely
True.
She tells me this as I turn away from the fireworks.
"No."
Perfection is exactly what I'm after.
Relentless, yes. And altogether
Unreasonable.
"Why are you so insistent?"
"Oh, I don't know."
But I do. There's a small, private glory in
Being right.
The easy way is to make
Somebody wrong.
Relentless, yes. And completely
Silly.
"Well, you'll never be happy if you have to judge like this."
My cigarette goes out and I
Think for a moment before relighting it.
Blues and greens echo in the sky;
Fireworks demand attention.
"Yes."
Who wants to be happy?
Not in such a
Big way.
Relentless, yes. And absolutely
True.
Published 16th Nov 2011
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16th Nov 2011 7:40am
This piece has an interesting beat to it... Like, the stresses caused by the line breaks are on words I may not otherwise have thought as much about. It keeps me thinking but I like it. Part of that effect though may be simply that you blanket capitalized every line. Either way, some good work here.
16th Nov 2011 9:22pm
Anonymous
8th Aug 2017 1:33pm
Love this !
