Saturday, July 3, 2010

Poet-broker (AKA Ed Rosenthal)

BROKERS OF THE DOWNTURN FOR TAKE MY PICTURE GALLERY

Men in grey slacks sit in silent offices
in a trance they lift and lower phones
and watch the white moon shine like ice
above the jade glass tower before them

The blue cobalt stem of his favorite flower
grows on a desk with green bronze leaves
and winds in vines of dead copper wire
flowers in lead stamens of the brass bulb

His partners sit in silent partioned cubes
in a trance they lift and lower phones
and watch the moon shine onto the glass
face of the giant jade tower before them

The white faced moon pulls him out
upon the board of a purple gang banger
who rides the roof rails down a drain pipe
onto the slope of Bunker Hill to Sixth

Under the arc light of Sixth Street Bridge
cactus suits with cactus blossom lapels
mustaches of dried sage and burrs for eyes
come in front from high canyons with guitars

2 comments:

  1. A downtown, white collar hallucination, in an environment as artificial as any... Well done!

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  2. Ed- what a beautiful poem! Glad to see it here. Wishing you peace!

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