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Last Chance for Happiness

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happily ever after smolders on the ash heap
Moving on without a touchstone, not a penny in my purse,
the distant whistle's wailing underscores my desolation
Yearning for my yesterday, I hurry to the window

in my shabby, shuffling sandals, unholy holey hose
Moths flutter from the pockets of my sagging pantaloons
"Last chance for happiness," the ticket seller mocks
Greasy, grimy grinner, the controller of my fate

Forever and beyond, the once sincere inscription
upon the gilded band on my gnarled fretting finger...
I slip the broken promise over icy bony knuckle
place it on the counter to trade it for tomorrow

He inspects my proffered payment, casts it back in my direction
It skitters off the counter, click-clacking on the concrete
I estimate the value of his garish gold incisor
as the last train disappears into the harshness of the darkness

Last Chance for Happiness. Last. Chance.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 2018, Jackie Marx

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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