Discounted
This book I bought today
about great poets of the modern way
with its penciled price cornered at
top of the first page
Only 2 dollars and looking pretty near to brand new
with glossy thick pages heavy and oversized
unbroken spine
photos taken in black and white
of these complicated masters and mistresses
of tormented prose
exposing darkness and secrets never shared before
leaning up against a closed door while
thin, swirled smoke line trail upward
I can almost see it rising and guiding
my eyes over their faces
pensive and pained from the stories of life
they'd attained
I contemplate their expressions and stances
noticing the glances
up and to the left
or just out into spaces
very few look back at me
that's no matter for there is nothing there to see
birth and death dates noted
Serious somewhat sorrowful stares
the eyes and outfits poet writers wear
something inside obviously intangible
streaks past and lingers there
something dividing and cutting them apart
from CEOs and politicians lurking in business liars
And I wonder someday will someone read words
of my stumble from grace
preceding page photo of my now dead face
in a book near new
with a penciled price of just one dime?!
Copyright © Lesley Micuda | Year Posted 2014
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