Peter A. Weinberg – Poetry

            1.

This is no world for the sensitive
   we breathe her black dust each day

The salty king among angry barbarians

I feel the locus of her pain

            2.

Ravenous, satiated for awhile
   never content

All this way for this

The woman with the long black hair
   and perfect body scowls

Maggots and carrion beetles
   gnaw at their brains

She scowls a lot

            3.

Bulbous white flowers on my favorite apple tree
   Early spring…

White petals gently lead
   Half moon tonight

What was supposed to be happy wasn’t

            4.

I wonder at her grievance

Little summer apples soon

I wake in the night
   The clock reads: 3:33

All this way for this—
   ridiculous

            5.

Strident visions focus, fade

The anxiety spread for generations
   Natural, unnatural wounds

Salty kings nod among the barbarians
Dissolute frenzies...

Satiated, but never content

-April 14, 2010-