Flipside

He always was a B-side

of a lesser hit

of a smaller band

of uncertain renown –

now forgotten en-

tiresomely:

stuff you never did 

even want to revisit.

 

Even for a day:

even just for that may

which meant

you could pre-

tend to things

you clearly had lost

forever.

 

And so the love

of his life

escaped him quite

[s]hurtingly: like a

hunted unrobed man

with ransom priceless.

 

But was that him

or her?

And was the hunted man

actually the

woman hunting?

 

“And was she actually

not me but

the her[t] who’d driven

everything around?”

 

And so how unsound

this

everything truly was.

 

And so how alone did

life’s tragedy cross.

 

And so how lonely he now

is.

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