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Abraham Burickson: Sundays are for Market, Sundays    are for Park

May 10, 2011 by PBQ

Lobsters agape in big glass tank.  Bread and milk and eggs on shelf.  Bread and milk and eggs in bag.  And Charlie’s getting Charlie’s groceries.  And hide your eyes, tuck your hands.  And coat don’t brush a banker; shoe don’t touch a father; don’t touch a husband father worker, don’t touch a mother wife walker.  And pig hung in window.  Brain stuck like ham.  Never notice; never wake; all the same; never wake.  How about tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow thinks Charlie.  But somebody yesterday yesterday yesterday says. And stand in the sun read the weather on the paper; stand in the bank read the future in your hand.

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Not to die like a dog.

Filed Under: Contributors 83, Issue 83, Poetry, Poetry 83 Tagged With: Abraham Burickson, Contributors 83, Poetry, Poetry 83

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