Poser Poem by Eric Altman

Poser



Driving through your home town
Coming from nowhere and heading to anywhere else
Singing songs that no one else knows
About a painting in the house of usher's ghost
Treading lightly over graves of those struck twice by lightning
Reading a book beyond understanding
About a profession practiced in ancient Persepolis
You're looking for Loki in the eyes of a road weary American
Trembling from sleepless dreaming
Found Gehenna in the shopping cart full of last night's pleasure
Busting at the seems from all the famous secrets that only you know

Obscure and arcane
Obscene and profane
The darkness within will not be contained
Unclean and insane
Impure and in pain
The darkness within will not be contained

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I live in Los Angeles. The hipsters and the goths and the general posers surround you everyday. This was me lashing out.
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