zafusy

Of unobtainable beauty
while her birthright perfume
mixes with the pot and sewage
in an honesty that would make
human interactions cringe
and as in confidence she walks out
the sweat in my beard
the spit in my lunch hour Canada Dry
and everyone caught in the heat
says in their own language
too bad can’t get none of that

but from the unreal corner shops
on both sides of the counter
to the living dirt under his nails
a zeitgeist lives
a spirit of uncertainty and doubt
and nonexistence

while everywhere
the subjunctive influence
expands
defining and destroying
everything not in sight
pushes love
into small corners

Frank A. Possemato