Graveyard of the Might Have been

here lie the sadnesses of little moments—

 

wild blooms uncaptured

because a camera battery was empty

 

a story enacted in a dream

that melted when

the garbage truck clanked

and swept a load of action scenes

into plastic bagged oblivion

 

a tadpole sperm

swimming its brave way

to slay the dragon

marry the eggy princess

tail flailing impotent

behind a condom’s latex roadblock

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2013

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