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rebel without a cause
by Michele Schottelkorb
he
stands out
on the sidewalk
in the bad part of town
beating his poetry out
yeah, hes a rebel
without a cause
charming crooked smile
and quick phrases of criticism
but,
is it really worth
the cost?
your accolade about
his scruffy nape
sell
your soul to the devil
i like mine right
where it is
03/25/2004 Author's Note: inspirational people make for damn good meandering writings... *grin*
Posted on 03/25/2004
Copyright © 2024 Michele Schottelkorb
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 03/25/04 at 02:24 PM excellent. From a fan of chalkwalk artists, buskers, and outdoor poets, bravo! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/27/04 at 07:33 PM Titilating poetic snapshot Michele, though this rebel reads with cause enough. :o) |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/27/04 at 07:34 PM PS: Killer close off in that last stanza! |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 03/27/04 at 08:47 PM superb ending! great read |
| Posted by JD Clay on 03/29/04 at 12:00 AM Cliched yes, but then aren't we all. Good movement within this verse, Michele.
Pe4ce... |
| Posted by Beth K Hannah on 03/29/04 at 10:05 AM really good job with this one. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/08/05 at 12:33 PM rebellions; these most misunderstood words, need no cause, and if James Dean was alive today, I think he would agree; but one is irked by no other reason than that your eye itches and so you scratch it, merely for effects of relief, needing no one's permission to do it, but your own. |
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