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SHJ Issue 13
Fall 2015


by Martin H. Levinson

The stock market needs a correction and
so do kids who yell at their mothers for more
cake love, take love wherever you can find it on
the fifth-largest planet in a solar system full of

people carting emotional baggage with stickers
reading fucked up at birth, mom liked you better,

dad ignored me, I should have majored in business,
and the humanity, oh the humanity, rushing from

pillar to post-it-note papers saying bring home eggs,
pay the doctor, pay the plumber, pay what you can

and eat lots of bran so you can be regular and fit in
with the crowd on the Fourth of July munching

hot dogs, drinking beer, watching fireworks explode
inside your head from the stress you’ve been having

at the office and at home that makes you wish you could
do a Gauguin and go to Tahiti, which is not the answer
because you’d be bored out of your gourd walking the
beaches every day looking for loose change and loose
women to talk to and maybe mess around with a little
but not too much since then you wouldn’t have the
strength to check your portfolio and try to figure out
how to not get slammed by forces beyond your control.


SHJ Issue 13
Fall 2015

Martin H. Levinson

is a member of the Authors Guild and National Book Critics Circle, and the book review editor for ETC: A Review of General Semantics. He has published nine books, and his articles and poems appear in numerous publications. He holds a PhD from NYU and lives in Forest Hills, New York.

“...we have been born here to witness and celebrate. We wonder at our purpose for living. Our purpose
is to perceive the fantastic. Why have a universe if there is no audience?” — Ray Bradbury