I wonder at the affluential mind,
A world they would not see through low-life eyes,
The structures they created glitter well,
No issue as to where to go to eat.

How long do wealthy have to wait?
Have they the long lines for their care?
Bottom of the wage scale or the dole,
Wait to being called across the room.

What century is this welfare wheelchair from?
The spokes and rims from days of carriage trade,
With boards and rails as signs of next to come
Of all the flawed constructions of our care.

I lined up with the hobbled and displaced,
Of nothing or just insufficient pay,
The low-wage working mothers and their kids,
This happy world the affluential made.

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The Death Of Self

My schadenfreud’ retreats about this news,

A well-regarded magazine gone down.

I have lived the pain, how writers drown,

Cast into a life they would not choose.

In what direction turns their working skill? 

Craftsmanship that fewer people see

And pay for—years of work for free—

Dare now ask the world to foot the bill.


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Humble Pineapple Edition

From the article How a Humble Pineapple Became Art,  New York Times May 11, 2017, By Dan Bilefsky

When students Lloyd Jack and Ruairi Gray spotted an empty table at an art exhibition this month at Robert Gordon University in Aberdeen, Scotland, they put a pineapple on it as a joke. They probably assumed it would be taken off in a few hours.

Instead, when they came back a few days later, “they were shocked to discover their pineapple protected by a glass display case, instantly and mysteriously transformed into a work of art.”

The prank quickly took off:

“…After one of the students, Lloyd Jack, 22, who studies business, put a photograph of the pineapple on Twitter, along with the words, ‘I made art,’ the image was shared widely on social media, turning the fruit, fairly or not, into a cultural sensation.”

Mr. Jack’s tweet garnered 5,000 likes, and then the art world kicked in:

“Before long, the work, which the two students titled “Pineapple,” had been deconstructed on art blogs and social media worldwide; parsed in Paris, Texas and Tokyo; and even featured on Canadian television.”

Mr. Jack said the work had “been on display for a week” before it was removed.

In a related article by Christopher Melem, NYT May 30, 2016,  two teenagers put a pair of glasses on the floor at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art then “Stood back and watched as, within minutes, visitors regarded their prank as a work of art, with some even taking photos of the fake installation.”


(This poem was written November First, 2016)



Can I construct a monster out of words,

Raise to all-too-real a fearsome beast?

I can conceive of this— I saw it done-

Raised prominent, the lowest and the least.


I see what people choose to run their lives,

Creatures made of greed and endless hate,

Drawing strength through fear and laying doubt

To work within ourselves to set our fate.


My apartment in the back-end of the house,

A hypogealic distance from the street,

Presents no bar to hear what those espouse,

Their lies and graven image, leaden feet.


They make a running joke of should not should,

Then say their machinations do us good.