by Bill Yarrow
One by one I lost my desires.
Dirty ambition left first.
Knowledge raged but then it cooled.
Riches never had the hook very deep.
Achievement uncoupled from success seemed pointless.
Friendship became recursive.
Appetite lost its urgency.
Form declined into artifice.
Love stopped feeding me so I stopped feeding it.
Insight evaporated when memory left.
Lust lingered longest.
My desires, gaily arrayed, bolted
to a lapis slab, await me in Heaven.
With any luck, I'll go to Hell.
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This poem appeared in Camroc Press Review.
Thank you, Barry Basden.
This poem appears in BLASPHEMER (Lit Fest Press 2015) and my chapbook FOURTEEN (Naked Mannekin, 2011).
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Fine poem, Bill.
(save me a spot)
And thank you, Bill. Fave, of course...
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"Appetite lost its urgency.
Form declined into artifice."
Nice work, Bill. Great lines.
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Yeah a good one. Anything with hell is OK with me. Thanks.
Love stopped feeding me so I stopped feeding it.
I need to live by those words.
Great title, too.
Wow! This is a sparkling jewel. Asks to be read again and again. *
One of my favorites in your collection, Bill!!! LOVE!!! *****
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yes, what you pay attention to will grow and what you ignore will wither. good one. eyes on the road!
I just love this, Bill. And unlike me, you nailed the last line. *
Catching up on some I missed when my computer crashed. This is beautiful.