The Vapid Man Poem by Loi O'Brien

The Vapid Man



The vapid man
We used to sit at the boardwalk, discussing Jong and her brilliance
Tittering about and obnoxiously judging
Those we thought to be weak
That had no clue of Nietzsche, Voltaire

Heads thrown back in a crystal laugh
One can separate love and sex you know
I know I know
We spoke of much

Of women seeking a hero, they are the worst
Be your own! I say
Agreed says he.
I met my male self

But he left, the dialogue too much,
He was in fact struggling to keep up
You see, he only pretended to know
Who Erica Jong was

Sunday, May 14, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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