Old Rebel

Freestyle Poetry

 

Always right,
Always talking at the top of his voice
Like a cannon spitting out stones ball
Words.
Always the revolutionist.
The rebel with plenty of changeable causes.
He denounces the systems of men and of god.
Always he articulates his defiance to the tenth
Power, missing the simple while redefining the complex
Nature of minutia and bullshit.
He’s the screaming mute, visible to everyone but himself.
He is a far pavilion.
No one bothers to tell him that the world has moved
Another tenth of an inch, on its axis.

 

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Photograph by John O’Nolan

 

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