Inanimate Point of Viewing
A Poem by Erundur Anwamehtar
9/22/2002
Hope is the anticipation of things
desired and perceived
as attainable.
Apparently, I’m lacking
desire and perception.
Formerly,
I wished
upon the moon
and watched her remain
planted in the sky, constantly
orbiting, but out of reach.
Now,
a brief, atmospheric flame glistens
on the horizon,
bolder than a saucerful of habanero juices
while it insinuates demise of the way
I assumed the outlook
would be.
When the sun rises again,
my worldview ascends anew
tanned and slightly more
realistic.
Perhaps a little pessimism
goes to far
if it taints everything I touch
with sweaty, coffee stains and
dissolves
hope like a tooth
in Mountain Dew.
Next time you see me,
I’ll be watching cloud-
shaped puddles full of bright
ambitions and deciding what will fit
best into a holey container.
Don’t look
look up
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