Excercise in Modern Poetry

We were drifting off the tip 

of a burnt out cigaratte into

the ashstray that was Toledo, OH…


staring at an abyss of emotion she

held my hand and said i love you

as i stared through a barb fence watching

coworker laugh as i said her name


knowing full well futile was this existence

her love my astral plane

glistened by the hatred that was Ben

The Cock Eyed Bastard

hugging you as a sin he fucked you while

I pretended not care

partying with Bonnie down in Bowling Green

you called me babe and said you wanted

me back and so i came

and here we stood

still drifting




About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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5 Responses to Excercise in Modern Poetry

  1. Pingback: Excercise in Modern Poetry – The Militant Negro™

  2. Thanks for sharing!


  3. Holy! wow! This poem is intense and the ending is powerful.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Thanks Mr. Charles!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. You welcome, Michael. 🙂


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