Poet Tacito Poet Free verse

The Tragic Savant

“It” embraces “togetherness”
Like blemished mascara on a retired call girl

“It” would speak in aggressive audible banter,
As if crystallized bullhorns were
Strapped
Onto unwelcome seating arrangements

No boundaries.
No consideration.
No apologies.

Yet, their measurement of pride
Coagulates into withered centimeters
While seducing unscented tulips
With impoverished protractors 
And tattered encyclopedias

An unsatisfied square root with no common denominators,
Lacking

No (re)solutions.

Does “it” see colors when they build a façade of deteriorating vowels?

Or is their blood alcohol level tested
By walking on borrowed heels
And pickup lines made of disappearing ink,
Purchased in bulk

Could they realign high hopes while riding on constipated high horses?

Hoping to veer towards whimsical sunsets,
With silver medal’s soul mate,
Drinking from another cracked bowl of pretentious vapors

Feeble attempts to take the hand of any “available” heartbeat,
Hoping they can slow dance to their newly, hand-written
“Woe is me” Polka ballad

Another baby put in the corner
Another bounced reality check
Another hunt for rebounded bliss within conceptual kiss

No hope -> Know hope
No love -> Know love
No better -> Know better

An educated tragedy is their only flirtatious lyric.

©Drake J. Eszes

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Kelly Deschler February 24, 2014 at 4:29 PM Wise words of wisdom, Drake. Maybe there should be lessons of common sense and reality, taught in schools these days. Then these kinds of situations would never happen again. You are such a talented writer, Drake. I am always in awe when I read one of your poems! :) Poet Tacito February 28, 2014 at 9:05 AM Teaching common sense & reality? I'd LOVE that. But, who in the world would pay the tuition? ;-) Thank you much, Kelly. You're very sweet.

Chuck Melugin February 23, 2014 at 12:58 PM Drake your way with words is an uncharted universe! My best. chuck Poet Tacito February 23, 2014 at 9:27 PM I'm all for seeing the constellations. :) Thanks so much, Chuck!

Richard Lamoureux February 18, 2014 at 9:37 AM Good morning Drake, enjoying reading the comments. Poet Tacito February 19, 2014 at 10:39 PM Hola sir! :) Thank you so much!

John Loving Iii February 15, 2014 at 4:42 PM i have to admit there is so mucch i could learn from you. but that would be theft. you have your muse and i have mine. you way of putting things impress me because of the sheer genious. but again it is the polished beauty and the practiced art that wins the prize. keep it up. you just earned a place under my fav poet if you wernt already there. john Poet Tacito February 15, 2014 at 7:55 PM Theft? Nah, you're learning it. But, I get what you mean. :) That means a LOT, John. You rock. Thank you so much!

James Kelley February 14, 2014 at 5:41 AM The wordplay in this is beyond measure, sir. As always, a fantastic read. Sorry I haven't made it to the show yet, things have been crazy round here..Soon though, soon. Hope you're doing well brother. -J Poet Tacito February 15, 2014 at 7:53 PM Many, many thanks man! :) No worries. I'm been emotionally secure in you not being back at my show yet..... "SOBS". =P

Carrie Richards February 12, 2014 at 9:22 PM No hope....know hope..... (Wowser....I'm always astounded by your use of clever twists and turns, ......you almost fill my room with a vibe that does not mess around with the delicate, the pretty little verse..but speaks with authority and conviction. Who else could say 'constipated high horses'... and be sure that we will 'get it'?? But I think I do.... Educated tragedy is their slide through living......slick, but no stick !! You've done it again!! Poet Tacito February 15, 2014 at 7:22 PM Your comment is beyond charming. Seriously. Thank you so much. By the way, your recent poem, "Schoolhouse", inspired something big for me...though it's not a poem. I'll tell you more soon enough. =)

Donna Jones February 11, 2014 at 11:04 PM Hey drake..love the title and it's all been said down below....nailed another one ..love it..PS..love the Mr bean comment....I have some of his stuff...:-) :-) Poet Tacito February 11, 2014 at 11:27 PM Hi & thank you so much, Donna! =D Mr. Bean rules my heart! You have good taste. ;-)

Lucilla Carrillo February 11, 2014 at 3:44 PM These are strong words, but you send out a good message. Your last stanza says it all. Thanks for sharing and for liking my Circus Clown.... Lucilla Poet Tacito February 11, 2014 at 8:50 PM I'm very pleased you understood the balance of both the power & clarity of this message. Thank you so much, Lucilla!

Charmaine Chircop February 11, 2014 at 1:25 PM Drake..I love your powerful poem eapecially the message in the last few lines..'No hope-know hope,When there is no hope ..the re/solution is to know it.No love-know love..Ouch that is a tough one..but to know love will earn love,and No better-know better-That is wise..that definitely leads to the best.Excellent!!! Poet Tacito February 11, 2014 at 8:48 PM I agree with what you're saying, absolutely. Thank you so much, Charmaine. =)

Nette Onclaud February 11, 2014 at 11:50 AM oh my.. this is staggering, drake.. it speaks to me of a pitiful soul, trying to cleanse itself... a combintion of tender and harsh; definitely ABSTRACT... friggin' awesome.. huggs! Poet Tacito February 11, 2014 at 8:47 PM Spot on! It clearly spoke sharply to you, yes. Thank you so much, darling Nette!

Richard Lamoureux February 11, 2014 at 7:15 AM Do constipated high horses run faster??? Sorry, I couldn't resist. Another brilliant write where you have somehow connected the unconnected and I am left marveling at the absurdety of your wisdom as my mind cascades upward. Bravo my friend! Poet Tacito February 11, 2014 at 8:42 AM LMAO!!!!! After awhile, I doubt it. =) This is a tremendous comment. "The absurdity of your wisdom"...I am smiling like a FOOL right now! =D You rock, my good man, Richard!

Monterey Sirak February 11, 2014 at 6:47 AM Okay, I am too chatty this morning, I had to separate this into two comments. I can picture you captivating a room of poets with a single line or stanza like the one that jumps out at me here. "Feeble attempts to take the hand..........Woe is me polka ballad. I love this! Poet Tacito February 11, 2014 at 8:40 AM One day, I do hope to enjoy something like that with you & others on here. True story. Yay for Polka ballads! =D

Monterey Sirak February 11, 2014 at 6:45 AM I am so glad you have something new for me to read. I once watched a man win a poetry slam without saying a word. In the final round he took the stage and stood in silence for 3 minutes looking at the audience. His facial expressions and body language were his words. At the end he shrugged and walked off. When it comes to you, every word you write is powerful, and then you string them together, and WOW! Poet Tacito February 11, 2014 at 8:39 AM No kidding!!!! That sounds insane. He almost pulled a Mr. Bean. I can dig it. Your words, Monterey, LOVE THEM! =D Thank you!!!

Vicky Tsiluma February 11, 2014 at 6:05 AM Wow Drake! I love the hard hitting words you use throughout the poem. Your play of words is excellently done. 'constipated high horses' - awesome. I also love how you stated no hope - know hope, know love, know better - an active participation is required to make hope come alive and turn into action. Very well penned! Poet Tacito February 11, 2014 at 8:38 AM Hi there, Vicky! I'm pleased you caught those lines. =) Yes, you are quite right about that. Thank you so much!

Russell Sivey February 10, 2014 at 11:28 PM You have done it again...written a masterpiece within your own sophisticated mind within these lines! I surely enjoyed reading this tremendous poem here this evening! You have electrified my senses with this delightful piece! What a grandiose poem, Great Work!! Poet Tacito February 11, 2014 at 12:53 AM You're way too kind, Russell. :) Thank you so very much!