The Emptiness of Your Car

I am dying in a pontification of shadows,
And perhaps I will never have
To be famous-
But my body will succumb, as it were,
Underneath the
Celebrations of your sororities,
Just as if I was the very earth underneath
The jubilations of the heavens,
As another song dies out as:
As you just make love to him again
And again,
Through the pageantries of tour particular
Stars:
Do you not know that they’ve already
Burned out,
After you’ve driven home in your car:
And I’ve tried being beautiful,
But I’ve all together given up,
And this is just the apiary left gossiping
In the very pornography illuminating in
The emptiness of your car.

poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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