you learn to walk like a lion down streets built for beetles and frogs you learn to carry a fist of desire in your belly and the insect roars of miniature tyrants who'd like to wear you for a ring you learn to spill your pride in the street like it was nothing to beg for pennies with the style of a pirate the pathos of an accident victim the guts of a feral dog learn to hold your love close to you like the pride of a slave learn that charm is only a detail that we are just accidents of longing that the morning is nowhere near as powerful as the night
You can find the poetic works of David Lerner at ZEITGEIST PRESS
"that we are just accidents of longing"
Still swimming the berth canal.
Great poem.
Ahhh! The gut wrenching vivid contrasts of Life truly lived. The full spectrum of humanity, the human experience, can be captured in poetry, here. Just 100 or so words? Dare to be big, brief, messy, sharp! Lovely.