R.M. Engelhardt

In the Last Days of the Obvious Unknown Words

Here lies the voices:

The visions
The repetitions

Of a generation
That cannot
Move on

Let go

Or
Find truth
Beauty or
Meaning

On their own

As they follow
And worship the
Already well known
Well worn paths

Looking for
Fame

Or a
A status

Perhaps
Some brilliant sign
Like a star in the sky

As all the artists
Poets & rock stars

Have already
Left the building

Checked out.

Bowie &
Frida

Kerouac &
Bukowski

Had nothing
To say

With no likes, sad frowns
Love

Or comments

Thoughts
Transcendental or
Heartbroken

No meme
Comes with this
Poem

No new movement
Or a revelation

Wisdom or
Solace

For these are
All the things

You must
Find

On your own

In your own soul
Own words

For
Here lies the voices:

The visions
The repetitions

Of a generation
That cannot
Move on

Dead &
Unnoticed

Unremarkable
& unremembered

In their own
Fire &
In their
Own time

Unknown