Saturday, December 08, 2012


         Poetry

By Roberto Lavidez

there is poetry
in every man’s life
though never heightened
the ennui of the loneliest
overshadowed by overture
of staged drama
speaks only to those
who torment in silence
prolific in its emptiness
poetry of the uncouth
a lousy childhood
uneventful long life
undocumented by high brows
who walk past
morgue of unknowns
whose woes are fabricated
into eloquence
only to satisfy
the all consuming desire
to be read
to be heard
be praised
for their wit
while the voice
of the ordinary scum
garbles a litany
muffled into obscurity
doesn’t even
get sniffed at
inside its dull shell
tiptoed over
by manicured poodles
the snail
leaves a trail
of slime
across the asphalt
speaking volumes
of unspeakable angst

©robertolavidez2012

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