Thrift - Henry Brookings Whetzel


behold, these old copper cradle tonic shooters I found 

antiquing for watches and 

painted ceramic dinner plates, 


then the blown glass low balls

like yellow-green eyelids batting,

ice trays, and vintage shag tapestries, 



I also bought a pair of tea shades 

for smoking joints on the freeway.



god bless you american spendthrifts!


I spend the afternoon knowing your fiendish hearts, 

and coveting, 

owning your swank refuse.







About the Author

HENRY BROOKINGS WHETZEL is an emerging Californian poet. A recent graduate of St.Mary's College English program, Henry lives in Sacramento when he isn't traveling. His poems have appeared in various odd places. Get with it.