materialism - peter schwartz
this must be
because I cannot peddle my angry
collateral any more
and need a little more candlelight
than last night offered
I'm down to the cold blueprints
of sacrifice and my ineffable bachelorhood
is on the block again and
I can hear the slow jazz of initiation
taking over
selling mad, mad antiques
off my fated balcony all
locomotion on its haunches
pressed against the
spyglass; watching
with surrogate hope
as the jinxed purity of
becoming floats through
the courtyard taking hostage
to anything that would
orphan what should
only be
