The Luncheon

When the small man
meets the big man weakness
magnifies, the screen shows
every eye-squint, soft
floppy lip, every teary
memory, feeling itself
shunt downward, years,
regrets, giving all away,
valueless. Death comes
more quickly as treasures
lose their gloss.
.
Poetry is about failure
ooh the love of regret
the soft end of sleep
it's the least
valuable of arts,
the most futile
form of prayer.