‘ Felix ‘ – Poetry – Verses Inked ©

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Poetry

Felix

I apologize,
I’m sorry.

Little things bother me
like hot pink walls
in subway cars.
Macy’s big shoes
Bigstore
allover sale wallpaper
plastered head to toe
in Grand Central,
and your fruit stand.
I’m sorry to have to tell you,
but it’s the last time

I’m gonna buy your fruit; I mean,
I want to support you
No walls or floor or store to speak of,
just a shitty umbrella over
a failing pyramid
of milk crates
with the fading logo
of a has-been bank;
I mean
it’s my kind of commerce
but let’s face it
your oranges are rotten
your persimmons never ripe
And then there’s Felix
who has to stand there
handless
stuffed inside a sandwich board
” Please can you help me
with some spare change
I am raising money to buy myself hands “

Stuck on the platform of the one train,

just to beg for the Pity;

I mean generosity of strangers,
to buy himself limbs,
(to work for a living?)
Oh and let me guess
now we’re pretending
to be civilized,

putting a European tone
in the subway.

You have got to be kidding.
I still can’t hear a thing.

(A Poem by Suzanne Goldenberg)

Desk : Trapped – Rearview – On the Road – Verses Inked

Also Read: Patti Smith on Loving Books

melting sculpture

Artwork: Melting Sculpture

Artist: Sharad Bharadwaj ( The Blue Painter )

‘ Pyramid Scheme ‘ – Poetry Verses Inked

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Pyramid Scheme

I’m wearing bows and arrows cos

you let me, you left me here with this

inheritance of junk and ready to

recycle yogurt containers i filled with

cement to receive compliments, it’s the

garbage they love most but don’t want

to pay for unless it’s vitrine’d

Somehow Houdini chose different problems

and I admire him for distracting

me and everyone else from

thinking about death in the too tired

way that fuels cosmetic industries

pays thousands for turning

grapes into grapefruits on his dime

i’m seeing less more but that’s down

hill i’m not confusing the triangle

with the pyramid, one is flat and the

other has people inside holding up

the base on their shoulders like  servants

multiplying agents like matrix men

grey to astound me grey to neutralize

to neuterize me, I’m paying

her to clean above

the poverty line

A Poem by Suzanne Goldenberg ( New York )

Desk: Declaring– A discourse on a poem by Fedrico Garcia Lorca

Also Read: Ray Bradbury – The Art of Fiction

Fake society
Artwork: Fake Society ; Artist: Nikola Jankovic ( Novi Sad, Serbia ); Medium: Pastel on Canvas