Otis Nebula is a writing prompt.
Poem Incorporating Irony
Poem, you take away everything
that can never be possessed
leaving only what can never be lost
Which, little sister, is never much
The saying erases itself
and no intervention is possible
A poem with an eclipse
woven into its words
A poem with a tenement
A poem with a widow fingering a tarnished coin
A poem that is a widows fingerprint
without a voice
Moan why don't you
The moon at the window eroded away
by too much publicity becomes noise
Why doesn't anyone make black money for us?
You stop to light tapers to such nostalgic contraband
as has taken refuge in my poems
and your breath steams with nobody
to see or remark upon the romantic alone-ness
going on in the made up cities
we pilgrim through.
