PENDULUM SWINGS

I am close to
Accepting cliches
As my words
Veer nearer
And nearer yet
To tired, tired
Cliches.

How does one
Tell, then, of
Harbored feelings?
Do you read of
The poems of
The ancient old?
Cliches are
A dime a dozen
And yet why
Do people insist
On expensive
And flashy
And ostenttious?
There are cliches!
Inexpensive,
Easy to prepare,
Canned for your
Con-ve-nience,
And yet, they're...

Tired. And so
Am I of them.
Yet they pressure
A desp'rate me
To embrace them
And take them
For no one else
Will.