Used Goods by Charl Landsberg

Charl Landsberg | December 28th, 2016 | a poem a day challenge, poetry | No Comments


How much more could I offer?
But it’s not like there’s profit for you:
I’m used goods,
and of little use to your industry.

My cents, little use for your coffer,
and I guess we could date, sure.
But I’m used goods,
and I don’t do well with charity.

Not from others.
Not from you.
Even when I do take it shamelessly.

I’m bad at saying thank you,
as I am with so many things.
I’ve forgotten to be confident.
They say it’s like riding a bicycle,
you never forget…
…but I did forget both those things.

We are so completely different.
You: body, cash, suit, and tie.
I’m spirit, becoming more incandescent,
preparing to die.

How much more could I take?
How much more could you lose?
Life was once about want and choose,
and I am no longer either of those things.

I’m a spoilt vessel,
a wasted opportunity.
Who am I to ask the mountain for love?
I’m used goods.
A breath of wind.

Poet Bio

Charl Landsberg is a South African poet, artist, musician, and writer. Their work often focuses on issues of queer liberation, feminism, anti-racism, and other forms of activism, as well as topics regarding love, science fiction, and the often nonsensical.

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