The Glassman

There’s a pawn shop broking on the corner
Doin’ some good business
As the venerable beads of the abacus announce
Their returns
An’ the parking lot hasn’t a lot of what
It was equipped for
Meanwhile the pillars of salt are crumbling

Flickering signs changing all the times
For the manys
Whilst flashing on for enlightenment
Of the fews
Broken light’s dancing on the pavement
It’s a sign on the shoes
While the sun blinds up as regular

These are the good times for the bad
Robbers of the daylight
Even better times for curtains
Nobody’s payin’ any attention to anybody
Stuttering out their views
We’re just watching a concerto
Making an overture on the blues.

Reviews

[Duncan Brown]

Duncan, Mother love.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................was.

[emmajoy]

Venerable beads of the abacus? Snatches of cleverness here, use of this or that, words juggled, meanings cavorted as if you own language. As you rightlymention, 'Nobody's paying any attention to anybody ~ Stuttering.. ' so perhaps one can say anything and become invisible or.. pointedly noticed! Maybe a case of looking in the mirror and finding obscure reflections?

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

I love the rhythm and musicality of this clever poetic statement Duncan. Decaying signs of decaying times, masterfully, metaphorically, honestly imaged and described. “These are the good times for the bad..Robbers of the daylight”- truth. People just “stuttering out their views” and the almighty dollar rules. Last two lines tie it up in a bow of blues brilliance. Kudos my friend!

[Duncan Brown]

Thank you, Annette