Poetry Fashionistas Poem by Paul Brookes

Aspiring to inspire the deafening silence says it all.
flat surfaces of concrete and glass.
the mediocre of which I may or may not be
scan the lines and want the idiocentric
they ignore the beautiful for the ugly.

throwing down rough gravel and walk glass strewn paths
they don't like the smooth, the lyrical
scarred and bloody tales angst ridden are their meat
rough workers, hewers of the modern age,
mining nuggets of fools gold and nihilistic thought.
such coldness resides there which proclaims
the bleak blankness of their poor verse.
ah poor fashionistas you miss so much.