Poetry With Hart

Lipstick kissed cigarette butts
blotted memories
of wine drunk smoke breaks
where we pitched
possibilities of dreams

at the edge of death
as you clasped the crags
with crooked hands
clawing your way
from the depths to teach us

one last lesson
on the laws governing despair
counsel sought when
you’ve already passed
the end of your rope

one last lesson
on poetry’s origin
beneath breathing bosoms
of beauties long since drunk
to their draining point

straining for more lessons
beyond faith, a knowledge
that death ain’t the last laugh
just simply the loudest,
one last lesson

on how being a good student
is never nearly as important
as being a student of life