The cheap laugh hung provocatively <br />In the red glow of an afterthought <br />Lazily fanning the arrogant airs of a <br />Pedantic tragedian lost inside a <br />Whimper. <br /> <br />But oh how he yearned to give chase <br />Plant his carnal intellect into the <br />Random <br />Joy of appetite <br />And quiet the tempest that mocked his <br />Self-important soul. <br /> <br />But no. He bit his lip. <br />Turned his nose upright <br />Wafted itinerant verses obliquely <br />To ponderous heights of critical acclaim. <br /> <br /> <br />(Previously published in Free Zone Quarterly, Jan 2001)<br /><br />Laurence Overmire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/true-art/
