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Ecclesiastes in the Showroom
By Andrew Kuhn
5 December 2016
Vanity, vanity, all is vanity—
For in the showroom of the world
You may think it is full-grained leather.
Lo, the Posturepedic does nothing
For who is man to seek comforts
The floor lamp, the table lamp,
And what does it profit a man,
A man who takes comfort and pride
His chattels will be the ones who caused
Therefore it is better to eschew goods
Good luck with that.
In the course of becoming a poet and psychologist, Andrew Kuhn has sold firewood, rebuilt apartments, done aid work, and worked as a journalist. His poems have appeared in Able Muse Review, Chimaera, The Mailer Review, Vending Machine Press and The Heron’s Nest; work is scheduled for publication in Common Ground Review. Kuhn also conducts interviews with distinguished poets in support of the Katonah Poetry Series, an organization that has brought live poetry readings to Katonah, NY for almost fifty years. Sometimes when he's thoroughly drenched himself in a poet's work, he shakes himself like a dog, and affectionate parodies appear on the wall, which he copies down before they dry and disappear.