"Untitled"
the old dance played out in bus stations
nesting finally in New York
or the end of the résumé’s trail
in offices 15 floors up
or cubbyholes next the department’s chairman
the search committee’s final reward
the entrée, the promise, the prelude to seduction
the way-showers more adept each year
feinting prestige and surrogate power
seasoned practitioners of the deeper game
hiring for brains and beauty
transforming ambition into the machine’s fuel
looking out from my window out onto Fifth Avenue
I read into glances, gaits and fashions
reflect on the influence of looks, age and aspirations
see the reactions of women and other men
know I’m not alone in rigging the game.
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Sep. 06, 04:37:26 UTC
Lambertville, NJ
©2004, Angelo John Lewis