Lamenting angst

If one can grieve
what never was

if unfulfilled
wistfulness is
worthy of sorrow

If could’ve should’ve
maybe regretfulness
can be mourned

I will go to the wake
pay my respects
sing praises lifting
an anthem of toasts
to the dearly departed

Then I’ll tip my hat
leave my money on the
bar and the mourners
behind their veils

to pick up the
dirty glasses and lock
the barroom door

– Mark L. Lucker
© 2017
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Perched. Quietly.

Perched. Lurking.

A homecoming
overture to dance
snidely rebuffed

former friends
wronged, promises
not kept, purposely
broken

someone left behind

Threats made in anger
bitterness and betrayal;
jealousy, envy

Sitting, watching.
Stoic yet tenuous, sinister
yet benign, stone cold
and weathering
watching, waiting…for…?

They are all here
gargoyles on my soul