the salesman of the infinite night
"and for only three easy easy paymentsof $13.99, this one of a kind
all in one blender, grinder,
food processor
can be yours!"
the salesman went on about his mundane product
as if it were
the greatest innovation in history -
maybe it wasn't a blender,
i don't remember, never really cared
he went on for half an hour -
or at least that's how long
it took for me to switch him off,
i just couldn't take another minute of it!
i muted the tv,
i'm 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
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Written on 2018-02-06 at 08:02
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