We're In A New Era Of Poetry

"We're in a new era of poetry"
Said to old man on the doorstep
with his old jeans stained with yellow time
and his rhyming lungs of cancer

The dogs are throwing up newspapers
that they ate in a fit of madness
and the children, naked from the waist down
toy with sadness.

"Is this the way to the graveyard?"
Said a man with moon shaped eyes
and the cars growled by
coughing their lies.

"Poetry!" he shouted
and pushed a yellowed paper into my hand
in his red eyes was a song
of death and the continuum beyond.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.