Poetry - Issue 17 | March 2013

An Evening in the Hamptons

by Steven


An Evening in the Hamptons

My dahhhling, these are sweet potato greens,
it’s like a super-sexy spinach leaf,
of course it’s all the rage with local teens,
and that’s Hawaiian sea salt for the beef.

This dinner party’s glaring brighter than
the vulgar thing I went to yesterday,
which had been hosted by a cultured man:
I’m so glad you could make tonight’s soirée.

The Toms and Daisies bounce about the yard,
and glitter as if gilded butterflies,
but laughing doesn’t stop the avant-garde,
the philistines, and others we despise.

Oh how the platitudes appear at dusk,
about the hedges, bleeding pungent musk.


About the author

A jovial Melmoth by nature, Steven Borzynski has wandered wild lands both near and far. It is rumored that Iceland particularly suits him. Until now, his work has not been published. He is proud to be from the fine state of Wisconsin.

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