Sign
here
I miss Her, capital (H)
Simply, feminine love…
It is why I live,
In some part of my heart
I cannot deny,
That is why I have signed
A document agreeing to
Die for our nation,
Deftly bullshitted.
I scribbled that--
Signature, as fast as I could,
So I could go to you…
What Success?
Why does losing
You make me want
Money and Power and
Nothingness?
A Land of Two.
The Fuschia flower on
A dead hillside.
An essence, a purple kiss
Against the grained hill.
Hugh Cook
Hugh Cook attends University of Santa Barbara, California, studying Writing and Literature. His poetry has been published in The Catalyst literary arts magazine.
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Poetry