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The obvious poet.
Cuban cigars rolled on the thighs of virgins
Mustache like a handlebar
Hair waxed to perfection
Pit-holed skin
Golden teeth smoking yet another roll up
The obvious poet
Beer cans spilling out age old brew
Maybe a wife and kids
Despairingly watching he
As yet again the words he writes
Land smack bang in the waste paper bin.
He writes of life
Things he'ld like to experience
Never slipping out of his fluorescent haven
Locked away from life
Escaping into the darkest corners of his mind
The shadow world is his domain
It is his bind
The obvious poet
Too many abusive nights,wrecking his candour
Until the words escape him
Poetry wrecking his ardour
Impotent in life
Lost in some back end street
A can of Tenants he sports
In his eyes that same defeat
Lost to himself beauty dried out
Left by his wife till he sorts himself out
Then by some miracle at his lowest low
Those elusive words bore into his very soul
Like a spiritual intervention
He is once again whole
Sin for me wrap your heart around my spine
Dance for me in the shadows echoing my mind
Drink with me,Let my life-line feed your kind
Let me take control from you
Let the blind lead the blind
The obvious poet. :-)
Hey! Awesome review of the true poet. Drawn along with the images, I found my mind adrift in a realm of Hemingway or Kerouac. The theme runs with "Nada es nada" yet it is in the finding that redemption glares and blares.
The Old man has found the light.
Damn, you gettin' good, Girl!
Ps. Last stanza: Sin=Sing???? Loved it anyway you say it. Tim