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, 

andbloodyfloralcapes.

 

I also bought a pair of tea shades 

for smoking joints on the freeway.

 

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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.