Friday, April 16, 2010


Broke is a good name for it.
You don’t feel
Whole. Your feet have been
Knocked out from under you,
Or your core torn out,
Or something.
You have only
To stand on.

A friend tells you
You’re being “lame,”
And that’s
A good word for it
Too. Lamed,
You feel you
Can’t go far
From where you are.

More than demoralized, you feel
Empty wallet,
Empty gas-tank,
Empty stomach –
How to start,
Without the fuel?
No spark of verve
To trigger you
Back into movement,

You feel like a car
Abandoned by its driver,
If a wreck
Feels anything.
Feeling – that much,
You can do;
The one capacity
You wish you could shut

-- © 2010 by Jack Veasey

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  1. Very well expressed. The image is clever, but the image you created with your words is even better. I can really feel the experience when reading your words in this piece.

  2. Thanks, John. Luckily, I'm not feeling it nearly so much at the moment. Writing the poem certainly helped me get through it.