Dave Mcgahan Poet Concrete

Silver Arrows, and Rickets

nonsense purity
polymer
a squeezing of something
out
a tri fold with scores
of plastic, so necessarily unfulfilled 
with pictorials
a social security card,
a card from the merchant marines
with a face
eleven dollars, a fiver
and six ones, 
and a diners card
weak elbows,
furrowing brow
the smell of a polish
delicatessen on
his breath
Oh come 
all ye faithfuls 
Mexico, Poland
Bolivia
He wears a 
Movado
Then craves
for bagels
with locks after
playing Polo

Peace!

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Beata Agustin July 13, 2022 at 9:42 AM Thanks for sharing this. Amidst peace, may I share with you the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." The Lord's blessings be with you.