It’s Not Too Late
Travis Hupp
Looks like I'll have to do things differently No more hitting and missing intermittently Gotta buckle down and not knuckle under Reclaim my mind and unearth wonder Howling dogs and circling bats New dawn awaits and darkness won't last Yesterday droned on destitute My meaning got lost and my muse went mute but there's a part of me that still knows what to do Power through and write what's true What's true is I've been stuck here coming unglued Eyes shut tight conjuring up a better view than the sorry sight of the aimless life I've led letting liars and defilers get in my head Enough of that and enough of losing Enough blood bled and enough ego bruising I'll limp towards love til I'm fit to outrun demons and downfalls with shackles undone I've got friends I know would hide me from the consequences I've been inviting but I can face into the fire and find the poems burning down inspires I always knew I wasn't born to wallow without evolving cocooned in squalor Without challenging the trauma traders who corrupt you, crush you and leave you cratered So I say here and now I'm in this fight I'll stop living wrong and fumble towards right I'll make my mother in Heaven feel proud I'll show up on time to show what I'm about It's something I learned but forgot to remember when every turn I took was another dead ender When every trick I knew the devil knew too When tawdry temptation was a damn heady brew I can't unwaste a single day but I can pray it's not too late I can't shoulder sad sick shame so I'm setting out to redeem my name I'm here and I'll recognize what's mine Grab what I'm given tight when stars align I won't say fuck it I'll say faster Speed is my steed for skirting disaster
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His book American Entropy is out now through Atmosphere Press.
Submissions are open. If you have a poem you want me to read on the podcast, now’s the time.
I’m looking for the one that lights you up. The one you’re proud of. The one you can’t read without crying. The one that makes you feel something big.
Let’s make space for the one this Fall on One Poem Only.
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