Umbriate Press Poetry

Let it please God that I shall never ask to be forgiven

My mediocrity —

No Jacob, Job nor Jeremiah am I

But a simple man with

Merely the lowest aspirations

And the lowliest of intentions

Whose deeds range from raking

To baking to others best left unspoken.

How does mediocrity leave

One so little to say,

Relegate the tongue to silence

In such a banal mouth

As would befit an utterance

As prophecy or truth

Unloosed?

Let it please God that my Mediocrity

Shall forgive him

For his stealing the word

However slight

From its little listened to

Whisper

The darling of my palate

Only child of my cheek

Knotted and lazy in muted

Doctrine of Mediocrity

Text of Pleasures unheard —

Or not.