_The Poet

[luke_film]

Sitting in his seat, a seat broad and broken in, sprinkled with ashes, Pop switches channels, takes another shot of Seagrams, neat, and asks what to do with me, a green young man who fails to consider the flim and flam of the world, since things have been easy for me.

I stare hard at his face, a stare that deflects off his brow.

I'm sure he's unaware

Comments

[etherishmays]

Very cool entry...it's nice to have my thoughts provoked so surprisingly, so early in the AM.

A good poem always has a good last line; true for this one for sure.

[yerr_blues]

that's how we do. never trust anyone but an artist with the affairs of a nation.
if i ever see you again, i'll lend you To the Castle. It's Havel's published letters from when he was president. good shit.

[luke_film]

You! on the LJ! Will we ever be free? I will see you again.