In response to the word “epistemology,” Call on the Road No. 4.
As Opposed to Unwashed Hair
John Lambremont, Sr.
We live high on a man-made mountain:
hyperbolic mediocrity;
we show no lack of alacrity,
it’s our focused locus freed.
We see true slander as pure candor,
pander to pandemics’ sway;
we’re salamanders spying
on meanderings of philanderers
as they waffle-cut their rings.
We don’t become too much annoyed
by dull bulimic hemorrhoids,
as long as they can act,
or bounce a ball, or dance, or sing,
and we surrender, null and ployed,
to their coy android offspring.
Everyman is Superman,
Nobody’s a lonesome loser,
it’s a big win-win within us
(insert rabbit ears right here),
every pot’s a panacea,
chicken dinner à la King.
Children e-punk all the grown-ups,
dads are but buffoons to blame;
Blacks are simply born superior,
women’s tools have greater aim,
and if you can’t run and keep pace,
it’s just because you’re lame
John Lambremont, Sr. is a poet from Baton Rouge, Louisiana. He has a B.A. in Creative Writing and a J.D. from L.S.U. During the last two years, John’s poems have been published internationally by over forty reviews and journals, including The Chaffey Review, Sugar House Review, A Hudson View (2009 Pushcart Prize nomination), Taj Mahal Review, and Red River Review. More of John’s work can be read online at Foundling Review, CAPER Literary Journal, Acreage, and Jerry Jazz Musician.
