Failure

Failure short poem

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I saw it as you might see an accident –
you’ve saved up all your life for a trip to France
not going to Paris but up in Brittany
where the family came from long ago
never dreaming they’d turn into a tribe
of Canadian lumberjacks – just sitting in a café
in Guingamp, in love with the placename
but not the sickly glass of pastis at your elbow,
thinking about going to the beaches
or what to have for supper, then a flash
catching your eye and looking up in time
to see two boxy old cars meet head on
the mortal crunch and subsequent splash
that licorice flavor in your throat being replaced
by bile in that still moment before mayhem –
that is how my marriage ended
a single extraordinary moment then shock
because there was nothing to be done
physics had taken over and the solidity
around which I’d built a life was stove in
and all the accoutrements I’d put in place –
friends, furniture, future plans – they broke
leaving me to decide whether to turn away
ignore the damage or try and help clean up.

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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