Stevieslaw: Exceptionalism

 

Political? Perhaps.

Exceptionalism

I only managed a single bite,
before I passed it on.
We passed so many things on then–
wine and weed and one another.
I think we thought it noble.

No one knew the name of that exquisite cheese.
Wealthy parents had sent it from France
and the package was as forgotten
as yesterday’s friendships.
But that single taste
stayed with me, it seems,
although in those days,
we had no trouble parting with anything.

I felt it was my taste of the highlife.
A sliver of the very best.
Have you lived the highlife?
Every whim attended
with silence and precision.
We thought in our innocence
that we would change the world.
Perhaps, we have.
But, I thought we’d make it better.

I searched for that odd talisman
while cobbling a life
I seemed barely involved in.
But, I had no name
and my description matched
a hundred different cheeses.
And anyway, why would you care?
Why should anyone ever care?

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6 Responses to Stevieslaw: Exceptionalism

  1. Wonderful! Is this one published?

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  2. stevieslaw says:

    Thanks. Never found a home for it.

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  3. Fantastic poem. Loved it!

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  4. It wonderfully evokes a time I remember all too well.

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  5. stevieslaw says:

    Thanks, Timmy. Stay tuned

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