"The Jewish Salesman from the Nut Factory"

People hurrying
Scurrying about like them
Scurvy pirates invading
Sensibilities in search of paradises
Celebrity fleeting and defined by
Ownership of very large things

The fun house mirror
of my own reflection echoes
Little comedy and much horror
Vague with nostalgia as we
Near a novel's end with that
Realization of ending's beginning

When potholes became staircases
Into our own narrow psyches and
We find ourselves locked into
Windowless candy man vans
The loudest screaming cannot make
Tangerines into grapefruits