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