Fortunes Poem by Max McGovern

Love is infinity
As life is not reality.

Missing little messages
On the tips of tea bag strings
Or finish cookies the
Overburdened Chinaman brings.

Conspiring with the porcelain depths,
Voices that string up voices
Only to play them out of tune.
Sands that build up deserts allowing
Little water holes to bloom.
Tires that gain momentum upon the
Tracks that lead to Where.
And everywhere and everything’s
Providing her a scare

I thought I knew a little,
You’d guess I knew a lot.
But the lot adds up, subtract the best,
From words whence it was brought.