O
by
Peter Schwartz
I did not wish
to be this,
this cardboard frankenstein
of illegitimate decline,
this pitiful epitome
of hope and handouts,
this blackout,
this crusader,
this pyrrhic salesman
on a reservation
but there were circumstances
(I could not pass each choice
like a kidney stone)
and what was it
I sold? can it be told?
seatbelts, flowerpots, calculators, gasoline, nostalgia
everywhere, pigeon-like sharp puzzles, the truth?
I sold every word we said
framed, there beyond the corals
I wore a dark suit
of dark fur
for this encounter
but the tide kept me
and something soured
midriff,
that implausible pebble,
that mercantile lack,
this kiss of horror
too close to the lips
she wore nothing
a few silks of wormy doom
a patterned hat from nowhere
her arms like pencils
tilted paper across the aisles
I did not wish to be this
and here I am
panting for a rabbit again
for that validation
that dashboard juggernaut
that swooning crossbreed,
their friendship.
Peter
Schwartz I have many fine poems published in small venues
that I would love to see get more light. As far as my background,
I am the editor of 'eye' and associate art editor of Mad Hatters'
Review. I have over 200 poems published online and in print,
over 150 paintings, and about 7 stories. I am currently preparing
paintings to be exhibited at the Amsterdam Whitney Gallery in
Chelsea NYC.
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