Summit (poem)
By Luke Labern
Do not push me, for I will not move.
Do not lie, for it will nothing prove.
Violence comes and goes, like clouds above,
Meaningless like unrequited love.
You've seen the looks, the furrowed brows:
Harmless as the ship with sinking bows.
A rotten ship with no crew aboard.
So much time spent there, we're fucking bored.
The mystery of hate has long since faded,
Which maturity and age have no doubt aided.
My friends, you've given me so much to savour;
Literary lovers, consider this my favour.
People expect a lot, and I like to provide:
I work doubly as quick with you on my side.
To the rest; insult me all you'd like,
I'll strap my boots, my will and steadfast grit:
In epic colours clad, up Mt. self-improvement I'll hike.
So to one more anxious phase: this is it.
Do not lie, for it will nothing prove.
Violence comes and goes, like clouds above,
Meaningless like unrequited love.
You've seen the looks, the furrowed brows:
Harmless as the ship with sinking bows.
A rotten ship with no crew aboard.
So much time spent there, we're fucking bored.
The mystery of hate has long since faded,
Which maturity and age have no doubt aided.
My friends, you've given me so much to savour;
Literary lovers, consider this my favour.
People expect a lot, and I like to provide:
I work doubly as quick with you on my side.
To the rest; insult me all you'd like,
I'll strap my boots, my will and steadfast grit:
In epic colours clad, up Mt. self-improvement I'll hike.
So to one more anxious phase: this is it.
A Poem,
Published 25 February 2012
Published 25 February 2012