Thursday, September 29, 2011

coupons and corn puffs

the post man leeks his fury through
wrinkled corners, post marked

passive facility,
posing as ledgers of progress-

but I could never keep a sticker
aggressive remarks lend their cents

too colorful to care, how many people
can use a useless


but I flip through the pages between
bites of corn puffs anyways,

thinking, that's a pretty good deal.

whipping milk from my chin I think of
cashing in on favors given,

like coupons crammed into my mailbox,

shouting, "cut me,

put me inside of your pocket."
so we'll both save a few dimes.

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