Swindler Alley
Turn a corner
onto Swindler Alley.
Uncle Sy has
a trench coat full
of watches –
holds his jacket
open with one hand,
while blowing his nose
with the other, magic.
Street meat is
the only food vendor.
Kosher, halal, vegan,
gluten free, Kamikaze –
you’re covered.
The fortune teller
envisions a perp
with both hands
in the tourists’ pockets.
“A good lesson, that.
Now empty your pockets
as if this is a hold-up –
which it is!”
Find the man
in the tent
forging passports
for the price
of lycanthropy.
The documents never expire –
or so you’re told.
Enjoy being Nancy
and Lacey Himmelfarb,
werewolf sisters
for life!
Hope you enjoyed
your visit.
No call-backs
or readmittance permitted.
Samuel Strathman is a poet, author, educator,
founder/editor-in-chief of Floodlight Poetry. Find
him on Twitter and Instagram @strathman.
