Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Murder of Poetry

Such pretension
hanging in the air
making the room smell
of mediocrity

Yet dancing monkeys
sing to the organ tune
and the bored man
claims it a masterpiece

How many roses
with many different names
smell just as sweet
as the manure they grow in
The zirconium dazzles
and pollutes the diamonds
that remain unseen
under all that illusion 

© Antonio Beardall

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