The Starving Artist Poem by James Papastamos

Thunders burst the open sky
doors closing, doors of opportunity…as well
The morning sun rose, revealed its crescent
a narrow yet ever widening grin
concealing nature’s mischief, what miserly sin
Boxed in! Spaced out!
the sidewalk, a giant conveyor belt
its motion doth still my broken heart
with token gestures
Stained glass windows parade
an endless charade of store front windows:
Wing-tipped shoes, battle scars
black as bruised after pounding the pavement
in the endless search for labor;
Oranges on that fruit stand, around the corner,
pyramids in a distant land;
Red Delicious, apples as malicious
to Adam and Eve, as it was to those who just
could not afford a single bite