Litany of the Unemployed
by Matthew Zangen
Sister saint seclusion, adhere to us
with the glue of indecision
each incidental embrace,
and cool its haughty bondage
with a duller drunk contusion,
for we tremble on the flukes
treading proof of fearful reason,
expecting every night better season
this bitter flesh we haunt,
so please uphold each liquor stain
as the gains of wanton age
when we drawl on others' tongues,
every tooth smiling earnestly
as if they ever earned their wage.
Author's Note: Thank you for voting this for PotD!
Posted on 09/01/2009
Copyright © 2023 Matthew Zangen
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Shossana Dreyfus on 09/04/09 at 04:39 AM|
.. Wow .. clever, clever, clever ... I just started here - maybe you can give me some pointers
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 10/03/09 at 04:06 PM|
Wow. This is SO chock-full of irony and revelation that I honestly don't know where to begin. I love the quality of the teeth, how the idea of presenting our most smiling self can somehow sell us to potential employers. "Glue of indecision" and "trembling on the flukes" are both genius, just genius!
|Posted by V. Blake on 12/09/09 at 05:09 AM|
Congratulations on POTD--and many thanks to whomever voted for this, because I am totally adding this to my favorites. It's so many kinds of amazing. I'm gonna have to look into your library.
|Posted by Johnny Crimson on 03/10/14 at 05:13 PM|
"for we tremble on the flukes" oh yes, we do.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/10/14 at 11:55 PM|
A pleasant discovery and worthy placement on the top 10. Belated congrats on POTD. Well worth the read...hauntingly powerful and cynical.