Fool's Game

A Quadruple Cleave Poem with Tamyka Bell, Zev., and C. Duhnne

It’s a fool’s game:
our hungry hearts,
delusioning, start
making gods out of

Wonders found, then lost again,
feast on fashions ever falling
to dust. Reforming parts
ourselves, we pretend to be

Perfect in defeat.
Our appetites ever rising
as a phoenix of a summer,
new starts controlling our lives.

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Originally posted at Chalkboard as part of the Cleave Chain project.
Individual poems: Wild ride by Tamyka Bell; Feast or Famine? by Michael Stalcup; Summer by Zev.; Growth by C. Duhnne; Babel by Michael Stalcup