For A Filmmaker, A Character Sketch of A ConmanPosted: April 11, 2011
There between the iris glimmer
and that casting landing hook and sinker
is stretched in slow measure the worth of a man.
And no wonder women surrender
to the promises and champagne grins,
the late night heart-skinning sessions
while the birds wake up
and noisily go hunting.
Something for something,
the barter wars that shave and slake
generations of wayward philosophers:
sages of the human way
choosing still slavery and toil’s pay;
flight seals the day