so all is of no more

so all is of no more
value to give for
in a no more continuity
where the I in the you
no longer dance
a tight rope disdain
to the sound of YES NO
decay disarray dismay

see me here in the you
where the I is no less
than the you in solitude
tearing at the I of the hour
reflections retaliations retail
the overmost in the coming
of the all and the nothing
in tomorrow's paper

stereotyped in vinyl days
I see the you set sail in fire
across vintage and the dead
the tell tale of tomorrows
where dead and silenced what for
crawls across naked halls
of silly fame and told you so




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-02-07 at 22:29

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Brian Oarr
goddamn, bob! This is one of the greatest poems I've ever read!

I can only marvel and wish to write lines like :



" the tell tale of tomorrow" or



"stereotyped in vinyl days"

You are the Gustav Klimt of poets!
2015-02-11



I enjoy the continuity of the poem as if it were one entire sentence standing on its own. I find it a sad poem and the last stanza simply blows one away! Fantastic writing.
~Ashe
2015-02-07