Sunday, July 20, 2014

Free


Late Sunday risers
consider briquettes.
Samples in paper cups. 
Frankfurters.  Beer.

Fresh from church,
a dressed couple prattle on
about which brand of chicken
they can afford.

She pokes her finger
in fleshy shrink wrap,
looks at him with spaniel eyes.
He thumbs a calculator.

All too happy not to be
duly plucked, pantyhosed,
bibled and heeled―
I hum muzak,

toss a breast in the basket,
without discussing
price, or the freeness
of its range.



tk/July 2014


R.A.D. Stainforth enhances my words...with the addition of Stainforth Blue to his black and white world... 


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18 comments:

  1. JinksySun Jul 20, 01:24:00 PM

    Had to smile at this, because of a true chicken story that happened at my house on Friday...Friends insisted on bringing a ready made, pic-nic lunch when they came to visit. But imagine their faces when my carving knife approached their chicken, and they heard me cry 'It's still raw, folks!' Hehehe! Thank goodness, a microwave's auto-cook button saved the day.
    Your poem could not have been more apt - especially the poke at the fleshy shrink wrap. LOL

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  2. Julie Jordan ScottSun Jul 20, 01:26:00 PM

    I especially love the use of the word "prattle" one of those words we have set aside, it seems. Now I will be sure to use it at some point this week. At least once. :-)

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  3. KaySun Jul 20, 01:52:00 PM

    loved the attitude you conveyed with this Tess..

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  4. PirateGunnSun Jul 20, 03:41:00 PM

    You hit that just right! I don't want to see that couple and imagine the mottled skin and mottled minds!

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  5. BerowneSun Jul 20, 04:53:00 PM

    Provocative and rather wise...

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  6. HelenSun Jul 20, 06:20:00 PM

    I love the 'attitude' here!!

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  7. UnknownSun Jul 20, 06:32:00 PM

    oh couples can bicker over anything .. chicken or heaven dosnt matter ... :) cute poem!!

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  8. UnknownSun Jul 20, 09:04:00 PM

    Joy Unfettered (err feathered)

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  9. PokeyMon Jul 21, 01:37:00 PM

    Chicken discussions. Made think of my wife whom I have had many such chicken discussions. The writing also made me smile because of how close this writing hits home. Smiling is a good thing. Thanks.

    Excellent writing.

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  10. Carrie Van HornMon Jul 21, 04:41:00 PM

    I love how you are not chicken to use the word frankfurter in your poem....couple prattle....I love to listen to it when I am out in public...it always makes me smile. :-)

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  11. Kathe W.Mon Jul 21, 11:52:00 PM

    made me chuckle Tess!

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  12. Silent Otto Tue Jul 22, 09:24:00 AM

    I think your inner range is vast and invaluable , its produce totally organic !

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  13. Other MaryTue Jul 22, 11:16:00 AM

    Yes, I prefer free range people.

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  14. Eddie BluelightsWed Jul 23, 06:04:00 AM

    Prefer turkey myself!
    :) Eddie

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    1. Eddie BluelightsSun Jul 27, 07:58:00 AM

      But of course chicken is great too and loved your poem, Tess.
      I like the way R.A.D reads your work. . . . :)

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  15. MarchelineWed Jul 23, 08:18:00 AM

    1. I love being panty-hose free almost as much as being un-bibled.

    2. I love the way Stainforth says "thumbs a calculator" as if he's saying "stick it up your arse".

    3. He should never wear anything but oversized shirts unbuttoned at the cuff... delicious!

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  16. Magaly GuerreroWed Jul 23, 03:53:00 PM

    I, too, like my chicken un-bibled; old meat, covered in I-must-have-this-must-do-that often kills.

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  17. UnknownFri Jul 25, 08:29:00 AM

    This made me smile. I like the idea of her looking at him with "spaniel eyes" regarding a chicken :)
    ~Jen

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Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.
― O. Henry (and me)

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