Poem #2,742 | Surrender less to blind hope

Surrender less to blind hope
of an easier life –
We creep in
cold echo palaces –
our pasts
follow us
[as if loosened tags
bearing reduced prices] –
my
hinterland of recall is broad –
I’ve lived in a hundred towns
in five countries –
Now a time
to move from my whore-land
of re-bounding thoughts –
Off
to a last-lived place of dignity
& less disgraces –
We will look
in blown mirrors & see shapes
posed to tempt
[nothing’s left
that tastes sweet] –
pray for me