the salesman of the infinite night

ďand for only three easy easy payments
of $13.99, this one of a kind
all in one blender, grinder,
food processor
can be yours!Ē

the salesman went on about his mundane product
as if it were
the greatest innovation in history -
maybe it wasnít a blender,
i donít remember, never really cared

he went on for half an hour -
or at least thatís how long
it took for me to switch him off,
i just couldnít take another minute of it!

i muted the tv,
iím accustomed
to the surreal glow
of the flickering light
of the screen
in the late night,
that is to say,
the early am

i walked out back,
through the screen door,
onto the rickety
planked back porch
and stared up at the infinite night sky

sometimes, i think back
to that over caffeinated salesman
and wonder whether he
or the night
is truly infinite -
experience tells me neither
(nothing ever is)

10/12/17
12:07 am




Poetry by Thomas Perdue The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-02-06 at 08:02

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Commercials seem to be infinite in length. I enjoyed this snippet of life.
2018-02-07


Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this poem immensely. You've painted the scene quite well.
2018-02-07