Some Would (of) Run 

Some Would (of) Run

another first letter poem. the original for this was james joyce's "She Weeps over Rahoon"-- though i didn't know it at the time.


Some Would of Run

Round on Round felt smooth, sat fine,
We might've drank loud laughter.
Such ignorance has various times come mocking, so cruel,
Applying grievous medicine.

Look, he tried.
He shouted, he spit hot vexations into each cup,
Each umbella, aching to drink rain first,
Took a number.

Drying takes open heat, O love, such as candles
Ashes heaped so hot have losses
Under the mean nebula, the blooming mars
Another might've run.