Foghorn Of Easter (thanks to JH)
Slew of neon pylons sail through sewers in a glass-bottomed dingy -- If I were a houseboat idling my time till drawn shoreward by hijinks on the long cool blue highway...If I were a pilgrim biting my tongue red light district torment...If I were a saint transfixed by chambermaids stalking marks...Since I’m a podiatrist orates at toes to avoid pinochle and hearts (retirement prospects are arrhythmogenic) -- I'll sweep Mary’s boy off his feet at the mall's tulip wallpaper sale.
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Gerard Sarnat is the author of two critically acclaimed poetry collections, 2010’s "HOMELESS CHRONICLES from Abraham to Burning Man" and 2012’s "Disputes." His work has appeared or is forthcoming in eighty or so journals and anthologies. Harvard and Stanford educated, Gerry’s a physician who’s set up and staffed clinics for the disenfranchised, a CEO of health care organizations, and Stanford professor. For "The Huffington Post" review and more; visitGerardSarnat.com. “Foghorn Of Easter” may appear in his third collection, “17s,” in which every poem, stanza or line has 17 syllables.