Wednesday, August 31, 2016

8583. SALESMAN

SALESMAN
I am solicitous of everything about you:
the buy sell return and use. Get that?
It puts me in a real tight corner, having
nothing to sell but calling myself that.
Where's the corner for this Coleman 
Lantern and all that bright light it
throws? I need some information.
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How dwells the infant in its cradle?
Where goes the wagon when it leaves
at night? How many wise men did it 
take to decide there'd be only three?
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I grew up in the sticks. I learned my
lessons all on the sly : mountain dragons
and tanker cars, a junkyard, where the kids
played cards. I never left my shouldered 
burden for a minute untended. Maybe that 
is my problem, the way  the Lord intended. 

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