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Poetry

R.M. Engelhardt

 

 

 

The

Absolute

 

The

Infinite

 

The

Unending

Moment

 

The

Essence

Of

Non-

Being

 

The

Void

 

A gratuitous

Nothing

 

Ego

 

Heidegger

Jerks off

Alone

In an empty

Room and

Nobody

Cares

 

Profound

 

Poets

Write down

Words because

We pretend

Not to care

 

Ignored

 

Plato

Has a

Fucking

Whiney

Hissy fit

And

Philosophises

His own dick

In front

Of crowds

 

Sid Vicious then

Leaves the

Cave and

With explosives

Burns it all back

 

Into

Cinders

 

Into

Nothing

 

But

Ash

 

Burning

Flesh

 

No

Shadows

But corpses

And skeletons

Gravestones

Litter the path

In front of

Us

 

Mingled

With fame

And social

Texts

 

There

Will be

No more

Revolutions

 

The words

Ungrandiose

Plain and simple

 

Human

 

Captain

Oh my

Captain

 

Underground

And unknown

Again

 

Write

A poem

About all that

Which still

Breathes

 

Without

Measure

 

 

Bio: Poet, Writer, Author and even a Minister over the last twenty-five years R.M. Engelhardt has been published in such magazines as Thunder Sandwich, Rusty Truck, Writers’ Resist, Dry Land Lit, Hobo Camp Review, The Outlaw Poetry Network & in many others.

He currently lives and writes in Upstate NY where he runs the Troy Poetry Mission.

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