Mr. Anguish

An
alliance
of exotic
oils
lulls me
to heat:
waxy,
pointillist,
and
drooping.
She rises
from
an erotic
tableau
of moldy
old
pornography
and begs
the gleam
In my eye
for mercy.

Mateo 2017

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A Flight of Ideas: Strange Days

I wanted 15 seconds of fame but Judy took us to a record store.

David and Louise came along and David was really something with his
face crawling.

The clerk kept staring at Louise so David buttoned his shirt.

I bought an old Doors album, handed the clerk a hundred and watched him
slowly count out the change.

I said thank you and stood by the door as polite as can be.

David was everywhere, breathing hard and sweating and his face all-crawling.

Then he opened his shirt in front of the clerk and smeared Louise all over his belly.

Judy says she’s never gonna bring David out again but she always says that
and she always does.

I wondered if this was Judy’s life with me as the central character but I have to keep such questions to myself.

I can go home when I am more facile with this process.

Image and Text (c) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights reserved.

 

 

Fading Beauty

There’s a screen between us, opaque; it filters our lives.

What you see is who I want to be and what I see is what
I imagine.

Now, you are the romantic; a tragic figure fights for his
rights, an amusement for the upper class.

I dance on the table, flushed with shame, for this I will
win the crown.

I am little Miss America lost on her stroll down the aisle.

I’m your little darling who forgot to look harmless.

(c) Rob Goldstein 2016-2017

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The Status of the Past

The Status of The Past

A friend once told me that the painting of the Last Supper took decades to finish.

My friend said that the model used for Judas was the same model used by da Vinci for the face of Christ when the painting began.

The idea that the condition of the soul emerges as the body ages horrified and fascinated me.

I was 16, and spent hours comparing the pained compassion in the face of Christ to the cynical corruption in the face of Judas.

At the same time, the Picture of Dorian Grey caught my attention.

I read and re-read the novel until I was sure that I understood Dorian’s sin.

Dorian had innocently made a choice that lead to spiritual destruction and the hell of a lifetime of compulsive self alienation.

I concluded that innocence and guilt are twins, and that there is no such thing as perfect beauty.

These are my thoughts as I brush out my hair and check my face for the status of the past.

(c) Rob Goldstein  2015-2017 All Rights Reserved

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