Poetry
Dust Balls (Pablo Did It Much Better)
Could God or Fate or Nothing
Have looked under us like a rug,
Lifted us up, pulled us back
Looked past the lint and dust balls
To find some hidden treasure;
A coin, a marble, a lost receipt?
Can water pistols taste
The sweat due beads that form
In them after
They are left in the sun by
12 year old boys on hot August days?
Can apples and oranges
Lose their minds?
What does the angry bus
Driver see that you can’t?
Do New York and York still talk
At family reunions?
Are words simply advertisements
For thoughts?
Who is the publicist for the butcher, baker
And the candlestick maker?
Should the MBA for the GOP re-write the Bible
In bullet point? Should the Communist Party
Hold a fundraiser to solicit tax-deductible donations?
Should Proctor & Gamble invent
A personal hygiene product
For people with too much time on their hands
And name it “Time Off?”
Does truth need a new marketing plan or
Does it need to conduct an agency search?
Do stocks and bonds ever resent being traded?
How many middle level managers named Bob Evans
Are playing softball on any given Sunday in June?
Can somebody from India be a cowboy?
What would happen
If there were no more salesmen?
If art is business
And business is art,
Then is anything really anything?
Contributor
Kenneth DolinKENNETH DOLIN is an actor, poet and occasional corporate servant living in LA. He has been to Brooklyn. Twice.
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