Love-struck Market

I sold my soul at the love-struck market
hoping for a sign
but I'm stuck here starving

I wish a thief would come along
to pickpocket the pain
but trouble only passes
through the fingers of the frayed

slips through the cracks
of the half-baked asphalt
passes through the sewage
waiting for the rain

washed up problems
surface on a sunny day
another broken bottle
but the message is delayed.

Jason Brendel

Jason Brendel is an author, poet, and comedian living in Austin, Texas. Navigate the buttons below to follow him on social media, make a donation, or purchase his collection of laugh-out-loud poetry on Amazon.

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