With/Without - Poem by noblebandit

An awkward silence a dead doorbell
Visionary hustler a picture of himself
Click click click and when I looked again
Devine impression sucks you right in
The undraped benefit of male anatomy
Alleviates suffering with a flavor of parody
Fifty-two, stache, a hairy chest
Too vivid a thing in the flesh
What would put stars in your eyes?
Sterile pleasures I now realize
Significant setback I’m talking to you
Just beyond the backyard a dark view
Tranquil the monument on his tomb
Artificial flowers chromatically subdued
No sense of drama. Nothing spectacular
He didn’t deny it. He was an amateur

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 26, 2010

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