Where’s My Poetic Lover Gone?

by Scott Tanner | Freethinkers, Juxta-suppose, Readers

A travesty within a travesty, wherein the truth can no longer find refuge within the construct of a paradox!

Are we to be governed by readers who cannot read, writers who cannot write, and publishers who only know how to pander to the ideologue? I say, “Narcissism matters.” Narcissism matters, it really does. The printed and spoken word, not so much.

When giving rise to reason is abhorrent, when we genuflect to the ignorant and cruel, and when we no longer know how to love, then it’s only the “Poet” who can save us. Leaving another travesty within a travesty, the last “Poetic Lover,” with no one left to hear, read, and feel the gravity of their words.

Requiem

by Scott Tanner | Creative Writing, Juxta-suppose, Musings, Poetry & Prose, Writer's Retreat

You’re black? Now you tell me! See how you are. I wish you would have told me this when we first met. So mundane, it’s comical, really. Like a key that turns a lock, you’ve now gone and done it!! This door, now wide open, can never be closed, or can it? If so, then forevermore is donning a cloak of nevermore.

“Excuse me. Would you be so kind as to get my friend and me two more of those shots w/ the funny name; Jagger’s, Jiggey’s — you know, the liquorice digestifs. Oh yes, and then put four more on our tab, close it, and hand the bill to my friend. He’ll be back soon!!!”