what world is this
when in the parking lot
a man squeezes
breakfast
from catsup packets
his girl squats
by Xerox boxes
she calls home
and you send back
your triple-slam
with yolks too runny?
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Wow - really well-done, Linda, and the ending is great!
this is smooth and squirts out! (no pun intended) It does. I really like it a lot. I like the force of its sadness.
Nice form and phrasing, Linda. Enjoyed reading this piece.
Well done, Linda!
You say it all, and it very much needs to be said. Wonderful economy. Packs a punch.
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Brings to the stage that ongoing question of how the hell did things get to this kind of place. And does it with style, placing the narrator in contrast with the homeless and hungry. Good and sad stuff that flirts with soapbox commentary just enough without falling on its ass. That's tough to do. I think you succeeded through the use of those strong images presented so straight-forwardly.
So much said within these images of life in front of us every day! It brings up so many emotions in so few words! I loved this!! Memorable!***
Thank you all for reading -- I really did see a man squeezing catsup from small packets, he dropped them on the subway platform, then scrambled to pick them up. That image has stuck and stuck with me. Peace...
Linda, you are always so amazing at showing us these people who others either don't see or don't want to see. What a needed perspective you give us with this poem.
Just read this at 52/250--superb, Linda.
Linda, so damn good! You don't mince around.
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Thank you Lou for your generous comment. My daily walk to and from work keeps my problems so very real. Peace...
Thank you my two favorite Susans for reading blind. peace...
Wow, very nice! *