That Which Cries to Fear A Waste


Yes and I again return

to the charge that is

my pity,

Unwarranted, Unwanted, constant rapacious

and facetious,

Constant upon the negative

fear and change,

Fear and change of that

which is unchanged, unspoken,


Contrived and conceded

A Waste, A Waste!

but at all and as such

a waste for the better

a waste for gain

a waste that is not

waste at all.

Free form,

and free of form

I care not where they came from.

For they are all here,

and gone



Published by James J Jackson

I'm a poet from California.

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