Modern Man

Modern Man long poem

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He’s a very famous actor who married an ordinary woman
and while he spends his days honing his body
for the kind of violent pornography they pay him to discharge,
learning to compress his abdomen to crush walnuts
spit out martial lines of hateful fire and cliché honor,
he wonders about her activities. When he comes home
the house smells like the roses he had delivered
and the watermelon he has imported from the Kagawa Prefecture.
A dustless breeze skims handmade tile laid imperfectly on purpose.
He stalks quietly room to room: finds his favorite coffee cup
dirty on the veranda, a sodden towel by the pool, a crumpled pair
of panties in the hamper, and a the tube of lotion he’d bought
to apply to her rough elbows curled like a dying wasp
on the bathroom counter: no wife. She has escaped his opulence.
He checks his phone for messages, scans the usual suspects
of social media websites: nothing. It is as if she
has left her new life behind and vanished back to obscurity.
He begins to make plans, composes statements in his head
something for his People to apply the proper spin upon. He
wonders if there are still boxes in the garage
so he can make a show when he gives her expensive jetsam
to the Goodwill center: it should seem a proper offering.
He obsesses all night without eating or drinking, falls asleep
atop the hand-quilted coverlet and wakes to find
someone standing over him. There are steely glints
at hand and eye level, the slow exhalation of a long-held breath
then he’s rolling for the far side of the bed
and the mahogany flooring beyond, finally understanding
it was never about love, it was all about vanity, and now
his biggest fear, as an iron rod traveled straight from his left fist
into his heart, was he would be found dead in a wrinkled shirt
soaked in his own urine with a hideous grimace on his face.

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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Aloke
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Obvious is not so much obvious. Truths of human behavior is far more complex. These are adages known to everybody. But to turn Into a poetry of immense beauty is tremendous task. Kudos !

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