Resale Shops Collect Dust

I trust epic poets least of all,

they reject the hopelessness of life

favoring more dazzling locks.

 

Doors are scattered in resale

furniture shops. Entries are shelved

to collect dust: new money

 

laughs at uptights insisting

things aren’t made like before

as if forever isn’t a dreadful thing.

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