The Disposal Bulletin
by Douglas John Imbrogno
It is a poem better than any I might write. At least, when stopped at an Ohio interchange. Pulled off the highway going from here to there in my life, as we do. A yellow notice, affixed to poles and signs. Even to a metal berm. Some ‘U.S. assets’ have been forfeited, it proclaims. ‘All’ are certified. All ‘high value,’ says this ‘Disposal Bulletin.’ The asset list follows, to be auctioned on this very day at 1 p.m.: ‘Rolexes, Fine Jewelry, Cartier, Patek Phillippe, Picasso, Dali. ‘Mr. Brainwash, Pino, Tarkay, Peter Max, Andy Warhol … Lamborghini, Silk Tabriz.’ And that is it. The whole list. Whose 'it' could all this be? Were these all one owner’s life largesse? And, pray tell, who was Mr. Brainwash? Did Andy Warhol know? These questions agitate my head, as the light goes red to green. I am on my way, again, to where I wish to go. The auction haunts me as I drive, going there to here. A photo of this visage, studied later, says at poster’s bottom: ‘Signs will be picked up after auction.’ All evidence of this king's (or queen’s) ransom of stuff, from a Lamborghini (a cartel kingpin, perhaps?) to Peter Max and a Cartier wiped from the interstate interchange, one day in April 2023.
Thumbnail painting of Picasso, Dali and Warhol by artist Rob Snow.
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