the way of the wayward

The Wayward Poet

Failure
was the ace up my sleeve
my get out of jail free card
my existential loophole
having failed
I was out of the race
competing only with the skies
my midget adversary – ambition
too afraid to follow me into the wilderness of the wild
I am free
to make any nook on this earth a cumulous heaven
make a straw bed for my sleep-drunken poems
on any day of my open-ended agenda
to make a living on the question:
               is this all real?

 

Modern Poetry

2 thoughts on “the way of the wayward

  1. This is my all time favorite, the idea of failure being a sense of freedom and escape is something not many people see. Failure sometimes is our slap in the face reminding us of our proper path and how much we have strayed from our path.. brilliant!

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