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The Siren Call

by Jo Stewart  

Lusting                 Immortality
Applause thundering
In                the deafening silence
Struggling forward             on broken leg

Fame              the beckoning beacon
Star littered        sidewalks
back to back           dreams
trumped by        routine        the ordinary

The mask             the smile
bending from the waist            seems normal
Normal as in everyday                             the ordinary
as in three meals a day plus hygiene

The glory call         that sexy siren
seduces with mirrors                       ironclad
harkens the  mastery of illusion
as in        to live forever.                    Forever.

By Jo Stewart

Jo Stewart

Jo Stewart: “Retirement has been an opportunity to have the time to read great books, to share with contemporaries and to write poems when the muse visits."