Hope is eternal, well
I guess it would have to be
and so in the face of Nothing
Else it always flashes a
**** smile (says, "Put  on
your shoes! Let's go!")
Hope dressed up in
your very own cast off
clothes and you go
with him (of course
you do! because Hope
looks so familiar, almost
like you!)
Hope, my darling,
is in love with you
and only you and
only you can see it
in his eyes (forget
about all of that noise,
the banging around
of Regret inside)
Hope is a carpenter
knocking on wood
eyes and fists clenched
shut COUNT TO TEN
you knew you just knew
you would and when
faith gives way to
superstition you know
it must IT MUST be
good and everything else
should be just as it
should
Hope is eternal and
you've got it by the wings
your army of termites
your minions pining
and pinning all hope
on such fleeting
stings (knocking wood
from the inside out, of
all crazy things)
Hope, y'all, you've got it
in the bag, hope is just
yonder down the road
a piece
Hope, y'all, you carry it
like a bundle in the end
of a stick, hobo of your
heart and other abandoned
things
Hope is more like a stone
or a can you kick in front
of you, in front of you
all the way home (or
maybe past it, you
don't know these
things)