by Jose Lopez

Created on: November 03, 2008

I

Sitting in this vacant loft for hours

Young handsome poet writes an ode

For his dead symbolist brothers

A glass full of colorless rhymes

Not a soul to share or be told

He yonders

Another day

He ponders

Utterly cold and dismay.

II

Handsome poet, full reddish lips

Ebony hair and florescent eyes awakes

Decides to shower today, not a complaint or a hiss

His rituals of sonorous recitations and a yelp of pleasurable aches

Today seems like a day of responsibilities

Ready to see the world again

There lies infinite possibilities

III

He rushes the cold streets, remembering what he left behind

Languidly he takes slow paces, refusing to rush

Remind

Me

Why

I

Did

This

Again

?

IV

A courteous gaunt woman walks in

A natural square of beauty and intelligence

Remember those rhymes?

She reminds him of simple relevance

Remember the times?

Those odes of symbolist poets have bestowed other eyes

A delicate smile and stare

A glass of wine and infinite stories to share.

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