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a poem by Ron Androla

He is Serious

My first impulse is to tell him
Awful, the poem is fucking worthless.

I say nothing. I make no reaction
To the melodramatic dribble of sincerity.

Most poems are
Awful, & fail to muster a second word.

Give the asshole a break, I tell myself,
Why spoil his misery & his 18th century

View of language,
Love, & clouds. Silence is vital.

Silence is the only
Poem, but I don't verbalize the insight.

© by Ron Androla
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #26 ~ April 2013