Marie Oh Marie, you are an aging wreck; your dangling dugs, your languid wrinkled Miss Muffet won't bring the milkman early; dirty and smelly slattern of the month, the epitome of everybody's discarded laundry. Lapses in motor function mental focus get you to the streetcar late every day and late to work; booted out sooner or later when you get home what will he say? What a burden for our pity and revulsion; you're frightening in your squalor. Night and day a dead soul an endless round of apathy and despair, what kind of life is that? That's what we think. But some rare times, God knows why somehow roused, triumphant between the bed posts like a shaky marionette you rise and fall to the challenge of bleary marital bliss; for those few moments assertive queen, sweating with your hirsute timorous king dismantling him, cannibalizing him, you burst forth new-made, king and queen together, amorous two-backed beast before your reign fades away in the glimmer of tomorrow and you come apart, Priapic darling, again become what you were. Alas, Marie, time's more than a placeholder; eater, destroyer changing Nineveh and all of us to dust; false fellow traveler rubbing us out of our space and place before we know it.
Jack D. Harvey’s poetry has appeared in Scrivener, The Comstock Review, Valparaiso Poetry Review, Poetry Life & Times, Typishly Literary Magazine, The Antioch Review, The Piedmont Poetry Journal and elsewhere. The author has been a Pushcart nominee and over the years has been published in a few anthologies.
The author has been writing poetry since he was sixteen and lives in a small town near Albany, New York. He is retired from doing whatever he was doing before he retired.
His book, Mark the Dwarf is available on Kindle. https://www.amazon.com/Mark the Dwarf Jack D.Harvey Ebook