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Like That Old Salesman April 8, 2008

Posted by vsap in Blogroll, Poetry, Uncategorized.
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I had a feeling, from the top of my head, not my gut,

so I could let it pass and wait for the tears to subside.

It’s like that old salesman who couldn’t cover his nut

and he shrank so small that, after all, he died.

Dining on couplets you can begin to believe what you say

that the profound significance can’t be denied or lost.

You become so proud you believe you are above the fray

and everyone is compelled to listen no matter the cost.

Like penguins, we intend to contemplate family in a broad sense

but it never happens that way, and we get stuck on this path

too narrow, we think, to allow us anything better than nonsense,

standing in the middle, defiant, asking for God’s wrath.

Daring Him, really, since we have no fear, no genuine awe

since He may have created us, but we separated long ago.

And we fight, oh, can we, proverbial tooth, hammer, and claw

only to witness the blood spilled in the battle of evermore.

So, lace your shoes, really, it’s okay to leave and end this thing.

I understand more than you can imagine, I know the game.

Just watch where you walk as you search through everything,

don’t twist an ankle, bruise a heel, don’t come up lame.

This is a marathon, no country for a sprinter or tri-athlete

bent on mastering the clock and beating back age.

No, this takes stamina of the ages, a lifetime to compete

it’s not appeased by your motives, speed, agility, and rage.

I had a feeling, from the top of my head, not my gut,

so I could let it pass and wait for the tears to subside.

It’s like that old salesman who couldn’t cover his nut

and he shrank so small that, after all, he died.

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