The post modern poet

The silent poet composed words within his head.

Nothing spoken, nothing said.

Observing life, the colours in the grey

Didn’t speak, didn’t say.

Witnessed the moments passed by from other folk.

Didn’t utter, never spoke

Didn’t wish to offend or provoke

Sentences of silence

Uttered outwardly within

Questioned his reality

A post modernity recluse

Attended trendy parties

Wearing a fashionable noose.

They didn’t say anything

Were they even there?

Sat and drank whisky

Into the empty glass did stare.


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