Hope Is Not a Political Solution

Hanging out at the

Imaginary Friends Café

with all my imaginary friends,

poets, itinerant musicians, etc.

 

Writing close to nothing.

Can't finish a thought,

so I'm composing a book called

“Not Quite Haiku,”

 

which is unfinished, of course.

It will be required reading

for all my make-believe friends

if they want to keep speaking to me.

 

Keep going, they said.

Try to finish at least one sentence.

But they are impossible to satisfy.

And hope is not a political solution.