Unfinished Endings
an idea
begging discovery
flashes and spills through
my imagination
quite like an overzealous expectant’s
urge to knit
to fuss and frown with
preposterous obsession
for a distant ideal fit
it rises and falls right back to
its doom like
an infantile popcorn
with a towering ambition
and insufficient fuel
bolder the beginning,
harder the pull,
wonderful serious thoughts
in an effervescent stream
gushing into my consciousness
then shamelessly disappearing
until just the abstract debauchery
remains
scattered all over like
a failed rescue of the placid
remains
of the unfinished endings
that were
but in vain