|King Kong, Branson, MO|
All the sellers are bleary eyed, having been here
since before the light, even as they unload, the first
buyers shine their flashlights, like proctologists
in all the dark recesses
'What are you asking?'
'Will you take two?'
catching them in the anx for the first sale, sugar plum
dreams of riches at a quarter a clip & the need to finish
before the serious arrive---'yes'
then watch their wares move two stalls over,
through the process of inflation, i
wait for the rush to end & the sun,
to walk the gravel among the obese and emaciated,
all too happy to find a toilet tissue holder complete
with a bottle opener---it's convenience
what goes in must come out
& why waste time moving from the throne,
there is almost a royal feeling to it---and all the memories
someone else's, but mine as well--G.I. Joe figures
my mom sold when i was in Uni, passed around until
now here they sit once more, family photo albums
no longer needed, anything you want you can find
& still they dream of enough to pay a bill
or blow on lotto tickets
you never know, this might be the week
(as much a chance as universal healthcare)
an older man, tan, creased, plays the SPAMjo,
an invention, mixing trash to make music---really
it's beautiful what he can do & he serenades his way
stall to stall, subsidizing his retirement with song
'i'll never get there quick, but...'
i want one---i'll 'lectrify it and Jimi his anthem
our anthem, maybe set it on fire,
blend in Simple Man by Skynyrd
even the polo shirt and khaki is allowed, decrying
the current regime, pimping the next king---his fliers
litter & his BMW---might not make it out alive
but----there is HOPE yet
another invites those that pass his test into a trailer,
'Let me show you the guns, now you are 21, right?'
wink ~ wink
every war needs a slogan
& wink ~ wink
has a certain irony
learned from those that lead us
here & ever more
There is SO much HOPE at the flea market,
& for whatever CHANGE you got, you can buy some
as you flee the market--- Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
All that you need, is in your soul
...and be sim-ple kinda man
It is time once again for OpenLinkNight @ dVerse Poets---so break out your pens and get to poeting. Doors open at 3 pm EST.
Process Note: The italicized are lyrics from Simple Man by Lynyrd Skynyrd
Personal Note: Got one job offer today...will make a decision on it by tomorrow. And our good poet friend and fellow dVerse Poet, Steve E will be stopping at my house this evening....woohoo...good times.