The poetry of M. Mortimer

A Cartoon Friend

4 my
Paperbacks
I get
A book
I cannot read.

The cover tossed,
Torn
Is a
Van Gogh
Self-portrait.

The words
Are not
In English.
Numb-
A bare bulb
In
The boarding house.

I stare
Out the window;
Blank shots
Of the doubtful.

Change
In my pocket
Rattles
Memory-
The cat on his lap.

“I dream quickly.”

Thumb my way
“Angry hitchhiker”
Through a
St. James
(Graphic) novel.

I’m leaving
Him.
‘The artist’

The keys
To his apt.
Dangle
Long
W/ a
Past century crime.
J. the ripper
Or
The nightingale.

A comic’s
Balloon
Floats by…

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