Internal Exile

Why, yes, I do sit, numb and bored,
But, dear, these are not novel feelings.
I've been here, upon the plains, among
Such gap-toothed, mindless ignoramuses
As these folks you've invited for a long,
Long time. They like to talk about TV.
They fiddle with their telephones. They
Share the latest sordid details of the
Lives of people who are famous because
They are famous. Years ago, out on the
Coast, I used to go to parties populated
By another sort: the ones who opened
Books and read, who learned, who'd
Been inside museums, people who
Could make out of their thoughts
Coherent sentences. I so loved being
In their midst, but, if I'd had you with
Me then, oh, little savage, I'm afraid
That you'd have sat as I do,
Numb and bored.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-03-23 at 18:30

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