Poem: Spurious Claims by Mark Tulin

The sidewalk healer witnessing
in the house of spurious claims,
preached faith and transcendence,
promised miracles with each dollar
dropped in the collection bucket.

He gave simple answers
to all of life’s complex problems
into one magical moment,
wrapped in a neatly-tied bow
and delivered to your door.

Believe in how the spirit works, he’d say,
and give you the same line;
the same worn-out phrases
as he sermonized yesterday.

He claims to be a partner
with the all-knowing,
a six-figured salesman
who thumps the podium
with a lunatic’s conviction
without caution or delay.

He’s a rainmaker
who can’t form clouds,
a fisherman
who’s never cast a spinning reel,
and as much as he kneels and bobs,
he never could turn water into wine.

First published in Zingara Review.

Featured image by Mark Tulin.

Spurious Claims and other fine poems are available in my collection, Junkyard Souls.

I am an author, poet, humorist, and short story writer from Palm Springs, California. I write about various topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia to my years as a family therapist and finally to my soul-searching in California. These are poetic narratives that may have humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry and stories resonate with you.

6 comments on “Poem: Spurious Claims by Mark Tulin

  1. A snake oil salesman by any other name . . .

  2. Pingback: Poem: Spurious Claims by Mark Tulin – "Poetry, Language Of the Soul" {P.L.O.T.S.} – The Creatives Magazine

  3. What a fun analogy. I like the picture too.

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