Three For Autumn With A Prose Poem Kicker

SHELF LIFE-PROSE POEM

Liquored up and quiet as a lawyered up Saturday night suspect… When some Sunday morning radio reformer is giving witness to the ways of the Devil..including/ the product placement possibilities of a public renunciation of my sins…Damn—

Who is the patron saint of marketing I mutter then made instantly sober with white lighting realization my particular and growing demographic has a never dying interest in the shelf life of simony.

Oh No,Time For A TKO

Mark to market this
this lazy noon
soon to purchase
one fat ass pumpkin
a patch of candy corn
and a new Brew
of Who knew
taste so good
could torture
-so long

but not good-
bye to the high
cry of this infant
Autumn

baby stepping
into backlit
shadow play
that sometimes
somehow
finds a way
to box me in
and then walk
away from
rounds
that
just
keep
getting
longer

 

Past Due Per Diem

Autumn
Avenues
Memory
riot of recall
circus of
recollection
Yet
transient
like this
Leaf Flotilla
descending
a new
Floor
of Bye
gone

 

Garden Party Over, Yet Again

I’m up
for some sin
and something
cinnamon
something delicate
and a bit decadent
like a designer
cupcake in six
inch heels or
thigh high leather

Eyes peeled
to perfect prism
I spy a
serious celebrant
of Autumn
and better yet-
she’s on parade-
with a curiously
animated understanding
of the Fall

 

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