Monday, November 1, 2010

He Yet Lives

He was a great frown of a man
Tall gaunt uninterested
Like a long ship becalmed
He drooped ceaselessly
Unaffected by love he would greet each day lazily
Swayed to an inner rhythm with no beat
Perturbed by silences
Except his own
Curling into seats listening without hearing
Critical of others cares
Possessive of his own
Clinging always to habit
Eschewing innovation
He was a pillar of mediocrity
Solid citizen
Bill paying voting recycling taxpayer
Hated bothering about any
Drained of intellectual curiosity by public schools and TV
He was a towering inferno of vacuity

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