My husband is doing
work for John again,
claiming
no remembrance
of the SEC investigation
John brought
into our lives and home
in Augusta,
but I remember
when this slick-talking
disbarred attorney and his
shady deals, promises of
worthless shares in companies
with no product, a shell game
to fuck some money
out of someone else, all
riddled with condescension,
stood in my living room
pretending
to some non-existent throne,
meringue in the sky
just an unsqueezed lemon,
an engine making noise
about going somewhere,
poised on blocks
nowhere near the chassis,
no roadmap, just promises
breaking like waves, crashing,
always crashing
into a salty mist
of seaspray, evaporating
into the nothing
it always was
before the documents
explored every shade
of charcoal, rain, and slate.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Ekke Ekke Ekke Ekke Ptang Zoo Boing!
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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