PLEBEIAN POETRY

the metaphor was hidden

somewhere outside

beyond the border

a body slumps

into a grave

black sole

authority’s steel-tipped stiletto

proof of wrong

unconscious

not for long

the rhyme cursed the stars

drunk and damaged

too much pain

and always again just

reward for the sane

suicide of thought

dying to fit in

a lifelong subscription

advertised on a billboard

along the highway

the rhythm was having fun

supple and youthful

gambling unconcerned

cause in cacophony

a feast of energy

silent discord

made itself heard

in a drop of blood

the moment’s dew

seeping

the reason strutting

unashamedly trailing acolytes

motivation the leader

ill-conceived

proudly revealed

the emperor it seems

doesn’t need to be

clothed by impermanence

and trivialities

like plebeian poetry