metonymy4u

I used to think being single was the worst thing.
I used to think: not even the opposite ends of the planet
are aware of pain like I am. Once I went there and found
that all the world’s anger and remorse
was shunted past them through a crawl space
in the ice. Arriving home,

I lit my own birthday cake and let the burning wax run
over the icing while I drank port and smoked a cigar.

I am grateful for the beginnings of love and the ends of war,
where-ever they are right now.

I’ve been down this road many times. Everything
here turns upon a stone of verse,
over which I vault with ease.