they’re all holding,
or standing near,
a glass or decanter of wine,
and wearing the clothes
I fluff, fold and space
on a daily basis.
Oh, ETFs! (Evil-to-folds),
How much consternation you bring.
My Goodfellow associate glides by,
a silk quilt over her shoulder
like a freshly killed pelt.
Shunted to the front
to greet
and be ignored
by women
with TOO MUCH money
and not enough
ATTENTION SPAN,
I glower at the passersby
playing Poke-Go,
unaware of their slavery
to everything
except the pleasure
of being young.
You have a strong and distinctive voice, which pretty much is the aim of any writer isn’t it?! This line:
“Oh, ETFs! (Evil-to-folds)”
made me laugh so much! Hahaha
Thank you, Jennifer!
Enjoy your unique voice and the so visual metaphor, “silk quilt over her shoulder
like a freshly killed pelt.”
Thank you, Nancy.
I still need to read everyone else. It’s been hard to find some of the poets who were posting on the FB page. Cheers!
I love the tone, sort of curmudgeonly observer. Definitely unique and compelling.