Archive for June 8, 2016

The Rotten Anomaly

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on June 8, 2016 by dc

He’s a mime at a picnic,
A whispering quiff,
A hidden side effect,

The breath mint spinning
Duplicitous smiles.

He trims and moisturises,
Illustrates and rhymes,

He’s the rotten anomaly,
He’s cufflinks when buttons will do.

He does the echo Jesus walk,
Slips wisdom into cocktails
And wrestles history,

He’s the tailored suit on Fridays,
An eloquence well trained.

He starts the jokes at functions,
His punch lines are telegraphed,

He’s the something that nothing once mustered
And his handshakes are falsified facts.