The Busted Parts Inside by Joseph S. Pete

Joseph S. Pete | Nov 19th, 2019 | poetry | No Comments


Once I was hopeful, buoyant,
brimming with an ascendent optimism,
pierced through with a pining nostalgia
for a glorious past I never lived through.

I walked those familiar, gravid streets,
each fertile with possibility, imagining
a resplendent future awaited just
around the next corner, in the next building.

Once I was illuminated, all lit up,
a glowing firefly in the prairie grass,
now I’m just a busted vending machine
where the faint, flickering light has died inside.

Poet Bio

Joseph S. Pete is a Pushcart Prize nominee and Lisagor Award winner who lives outside Chicago and served as an infantryman in Iraq.

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