Guest of Honor

Guest of Honor

his arms rest wearily on the dais

his mouth more weary

a tongue tired of treading

the same ground

it has walked miles

spoken a forked language

at dinner tables

where he sits at the head

his head weary from all the praise

that comes from

a tongue tired of treading

tirades

the dais breaks

his tongue falls to his shoes

in the shine he sees a reflection

his notes are blank

his tongue tied

someone please hand him a napkin

so he can wipe the drool

from his chin

and resume 

his self-acclaimed

walk into infamy.

erin-cilberto

10/15/25

Reviews

[BuzzyB]

A deceitful and self-serving tongue. All the praise he gets is probably as fake as he is. But in the momentary break, he sees the reality. He drools pathetically. But then, as you concluded, he'll resume his self-acclaimed walk into infamy. You've drawn such an amazing picture of the Guest of Honor.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for touching this one, BB.
Folks here are probably getting tired of my rants...but my anger these days is palpable...

[BuzzyB]

Keep writing, my friend. Nothing like words to tide over a dark night.