Today's poem is by C.J. Sage
Some Coin
Inside, she was hendecagonic.
Outside, smoothed to suit the editors
of commerce. Vending machineswould choke. The slaughterhouse
of silver made for speed, the scratch
would leave, ending the usefulnessof sodapop, you lars. Slippers
of chutes behave rightly;
the edgy are unpopular. Completepenetration was the key.
Articulate doll or inconsequential
roughianone produces;the other, a nanny goat,
a dollar turned to trinket.
Dear Susan, your setof circumstances yielded fixed
and predictable revolutions.
No one sues an inherently rigidpocket.
Copyright © 2008 C.J. Sage All rights reserved
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