Saturday, April 11, 2015

Ken W. Simpson- A Poem

Complicity, Duplicity

Crowded clouds in a grubby sky
when yesterday died
by lonely ladies and manicured men
melancholy as cellos
soulfully hoping
with artificial equanimity
for the bliss of salvation.

Revelations and expectations
contradict predictions
resentfully expressed
that echo disrespect
incredulity and disbelief
and sink ignominiously
into the ubiquity
of disintegrating dreams.

Offensive is the concept
of imagined equality
when lucidity descends
into anonymity
antipathetic and decadent
and exploitation
contemptuously thrives
at meetings with monsters.

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