The kitchen table our Grand Canyon

smugness sat on my side

the other angry at his transformation

echololic pish-posh tumbling from droopy lips.


Mimicking him to hide my discomfort,

his response not reciprocal

left eye, a wishless Fountain at Trevi, silenced me

lips a rippling tsunami shaping sounds.


“A cigar. I want a cigar!”

Almost lost in the sogginess of his lips.


“Smoke, no good!”

my tawpie callowness responds.


The Barcolounger carpet-knife sliced,

dismantled leaf blower, in tatters,

silent car adorned with cherubic mouths–

all tattle.

His smoke signals missed in my conceit.









Sy Roth  is a retired school administrator.  He has finally discovered his sounds of silence and the time to think whole thoughts. This has led him to find words and the ability to shape them. He has published in Visceral Uterus, Amulet, BlogNostics, Every Day Poets, Barefoot Review, Haggard and Halloo, Misfits Miscellany, Mad Swirl, Larks Fiction Magazine, Danse Macabre, Bitchin’ Kitch, Bong is Bard and The Eloquent Atheist. He won a poetry contest sponsored by Newsday.

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Posted on January 12, 2013 in Literary, Poems
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  • Baylo541

    I really enjoyed it. very symbolic. you have a wonderful style to your writing. I’m still trying to get to the depth of it. You seem to speak the truth. Better than most of those self-indulgent pompous ass’s. But it gave me something to think about. The challenge of this piece leaves one wanting more. This work really deserves recognition. You should be proud of it. it reveals an emphases on the recognition of the purpose of the written word. To say I was satiated would be an understatement. I hope you dont mke fun off me. I dnt have very gud grammer and have had a few ccktails. Just wanted to show my appreciation for your effort. Thank you–David

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