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marshmallowed salesman

March 13th, 2013 § 2 comments

Poem #59 for Gift Poem from Matthew "Paesano" LaBanca

 

Everyone’s in the game

smooth talking the elderly and homeless alike

knowing less than they should

but selling the creamy bullshit better than most

 

It is the secret of the business

flash and grin with the charm

to alleviate the odor from an insignificant waste

of Pan-given resources

 

Wood to wood, stoop to steaming stoop in

the melting summers of the American institution

a little too loud, slightly too proud

masked in marshmallow sweetness

to conceal the sour intention of a lost belief in the

muses and nymphs who once brought truth to

a Bohemian humanity from which the

cells of the redundant have evolved

 

One bite, teeth sinking deep into the sweetness of lust

powdered sugary coating the hours that seem to always

hide the insecurity of never quite knowing a place of existence

 

The salesman trudges door to door

peddling dreams of the lost highways that once hitched

clear across a once great country while believing in the simplicity of

the fantasy of one delicious marshmallow man

 

 

 

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(written drunk with pen on paper)

§ 2 Responses to marshmallowed salesman"

  • Sara Ferguson says:

    I never liked marshmallows….

    • Anthony says:

      Really? You ever try the real ones? They sometimes are much better than the processed stuff. TJ’s also has a dark chocolate covered mint marshmallow around the holidays…delicious!!!

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