New Poetry by Mark Goad

No Comfort

Expectations are a cheap hope.
Or no hope at all,

come to think of it:  The hopeless
have expectations

too, shaped by sere possibility,
matters not yet fact

but soon to be.  Hope would admit
impossibilities,

but that would be impossible,
wouldn’t it?

A dying man hopes to live.
His expectations

bring no comfort.


- Mark Goad 2013