A fine sample poem, titled Columbus Avenue, about Asbury Park seer Madame Marie, from the Lilliput Review's occasional feature, The Brobdingnab Feature Poem, that, due to tonal and style temperament, reminds me of a merging of Steven's The Emperor of Ice Cream and Ferlinghetti's The pennycandystore beyond the El.
Wow, that was a convoluted, emotionally challenged, version of a Miltonian phrasing, in such contrast to this poem's simple beauty and economy of phrase:
Sidewalk slick with rain,
the fortune teller's daughter
sits barefoot in a doorway,
her painted toes curl in moist air.
The florist flirts, sells me white flowers,
casablanca lilies, he likes saying.
A street singer cries through this thick air,
he beats good rhythm on his thighs
and I give him money, of course I do.
by Lonnie Hull Dupont
Longer than typical poems in the Lilliput Review, hence the Brobdingnabian association.