Hope

Yeah, hope sounds like a teacher 

Yeah, hope sounds like a preacher 

It’s on a lame set of google quotes 

Or it’s contrived in movies about 

Lassie the dog or a cringe master 

Rom-com, or a coming of age re-make

Or some underdog winning at the 

Darkest hour.

Yeah it’s hard to be cool and talk 

About hope.

Hope sounds like a lecture 

To the cynical conjecture 

Hope is the Goody two shoes 

Sometimes, the harry high pants to 

Levi jeans and Doc Martin boots 

But It’s sometimes gorgeous. 

And it’s sometimes cool. 

Hope can be new. 

Hope can be old. 

Hope can be blue 

Or almost through

And then come alive again.

Hope is weird sometimes. 

It can be practically 

lost like a dead gothic hole 

Then it can Zombify itself

Into a bit too much hope 

So you have to turn it down- 

Yeah, make it more realistic. 

Hope is sometimes lost on adults 

Like it’s hard to get back not being 

Able to sleep in anticipation of an 

Outing to the Royal Show in Sydney

Or a birthday party 

Or something like that. 

Hope is sometimes lost to children 

Who don’t luck out 

Who get chewed up

By a hopeless case 

Of crap adults. 

Or just people

Who lost hope 

And were too sad. 

It’s not a dirty word. 

It’s not a religion. 

It’s just human 

Either way-

To find it 

And lose it and find it 

And lose it and find it. 

I’d rather save a life 

And talk about it 

I’d rather stay alive

and find it

Than not. 

I’d rather look like 

A cheese-ball

Hoper 

Sometimes 

Than be a quitter

That looks like winner 

On the outside

But is losing that fight 

Or that peace of mind 

That is present 

Or forward in a new 

Tomorrow. 

Yeah I 

Invented tshirts 

In bright ink 

About 

LIFE 

About 

Choosing to Live- 

Wham Bam thankyou Mam 

So bite me.

So what? I’ve bought teddy bears 

Or made them 

And embraced the shmultz 

Of soft childhood reflections 

Whateves. 

I’m suspicious of people 

Who pretend not to like 

Bears in shorts anyway

Or leather hats 

Or faux fur bikinis. 

It’s better than having

to actually wear a faux fur bikini 

As a middle aged woman. 

I’m not hoping for fur bathing suits 

Or a poem that is less lame than this 

Lame poem. 

I’m not hoping it will win a Pultzer prize 

Or Pulitzer prize 

Or however you f’n spell it. 

I was just hoping everyone could feel like 

The queen of Hearts. 

Or The King of Hearts 

Or the Prince of Burger rings, 

Whatever makes you remember 

Whatever makes you laugh 

Whatever makes you try again 

Whatever makes you groan 

But secretly lights a flame again. 

Sometimes looking like a fool 

Isn’t as bad as the perfect lie. 

Hope is no fool. 

Hope is no troll to 

Reality. 

It’s what I hope for you 

I hope for your hope

To abound in action. 

I’m happy to wear the 

Red curly Annie Wig, 

Sun coming out tomoz 

and all that. 

I’m just not into suicide. 

And if that sends you to 

A critical point of 

Vomitbucket

Then find something 

Else 

That lights the flame. 

(Preferable not heroin) 

Yeah, hope is underrated bro 

Yeah hope is so berated sis 

Give it up for the Sunrise 

She is so amazing. 

You simply can’t miss out 

On that.