
Get Him
Frederick Pollack
Poetry
I’m the burgundy-colored one,
swamp eyes, orange lips, yum yum,
in a Nolde painting – look it up.
Nice smile, by the standards of demons,
which are mine. Jerking a long
blue thumb-claw towards a milquetoast
human ascending a path while reading
beneath respectful childlike stars
I have designs on. His green skullcap –
the technical term is yarmulke.
Don’t tell me Nolde didn’t know this,
painting us after the first great feast
you set for me; early Party member
(and what a party!), though they dropped him –
they had standards. I don’t like
the smile, big nose, or occupation.
Though really he could be anyone,
any reader. Is he aware of me?
That’s always the question. Fun when they’re not,
when there’s only a hatred
too vast for this world, and impotent, and holy.
About the Author
Frederick Pollack authors of two book-length narrative poems, THE ADVENTURE and HAPPINESS (Story Line Press), and two collections, A POVERTY OF WORDS (Prolific Press, 2015) and LANDSCAPE WITH MUTANT (Smokestack Books, UK, 2018). Many other poems in print and online journals.