The Unthought Thoughts

give me Cohen, give me Brel
forsaken heaven into hell
words that damn us to our dreams
poems of what might have been

turn the pages to the deathly
endpapers devoid of breath
wherein are writ no words of rhyme
just empty space to mark the time

these were two separate thoughts, written days apart, four line verses which sat in my drafts awaiting a possible place in probable poems, after revisiting them today I thought I’d pair them up and see if they hit it off.