For those who have experienced
a failed startup,
each week it’s like watching
a perpetual photocopy of reality,
all in the name of perseverance
aided by a bolus of hope.
How many homeowners have awoken
covered in sweat at 4am
as clear as day,
they are beyond any hope of recouping their investments.
That’s a sobering moment, and,
perhaps in a fit of irony,
is more often than not elicited
in a dream-like state.
– jesse, at VREAA 17 Nov 2011
A post in the very, very occasional ‘Vancouver RE-Verse’ [Found Poems] series.
Poems are completely unedited but for layout.
Prior examples here.