Fossil Fuels (poem)

By Luke Labern

I made prayers as a child
To appease selfish wishes --
'Let them be okay,' and 'Please,
Could I have this and that?'

A child alone believes in fantasy;
A man, at best, pretends.
The hole in the sky or the hole in the ground:
That's where it ends.

Isolation begets imagination
But it also breeds regret:
The longer I live, the more sure I am
That I live to forget.

Swagger and bravado run through my veins,
Like precious fossil fuels:
I'm an engine.
Scrapheap or car crash?

A Poem,
Published 14 August 2012

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