Erik Spector Poet Free verse

A Businessman's Quarry

Suits in the living room.
     Basket of fruit near the kitchen.
     The car's idling on the drive
     During last meeting's decision.

     Cheap cologne from the vendor.
     Entertainment-level winks.
     Push through this extra noise
     To strengthen the customer base.

       (I hate you right now
       And don't need to be
       Around you anymore.
       "So meet by Six again tonight?")

       (I relax with this wine,
       It should be a cognac.
       The Billboard reminds me of you.
       "Spend the night here again. . .")

     My membership is Platinum
     The people here are big!
     I lost my train of thought
     And derailed down to a Pit.

     A Chauffeur driven car.
     For me does this make sense?
     I find I'm tracking dirt then
     And carrying recent pretense.

     I look back on it and know
     About as much as then;
     It's eggshells thrown distractedly
     Into Morning's lonely consequence.

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