Poetry Blogs (sales)
Selling Christmas Trees and Roman Candles, 1950
My older married brother, Willy, asked Kenny and me if we would like to help him sell Christmas trees. We said, “Sure we would love to help.”
Willy had gone into the woods and cut a number of cedar trees. We were going to sell them out of the back of his old Plymouth station wagon and an old trailer. The NAPA auto store...
Thursday 17th December 2020 6:06 pm
I don’t cost very much,
virtually giving it away
you like to watch and listen
but you don’t like to pay
I keep you entertained
turning inventive tricks
arousing you all night
giving you your kicks
you like it when I’m oral
you like to feel my pain
you like the kick and twist of it
again again again
I try to sell you add-ons
but you won’t buy my wares
I’ve given you a p...
Thursday 23rd January 2014 7:27 pm
Adorns familiar trains
Myriad trees, multi-shaped
Silent window frames
Station signs unreadable
A metal phonetic blur
Speeding on through Somewhereshire
On a train to who knows where
TK Maxx and Staples
Retail worship shrines
Ears burst in tunnels
As beneath the soil we dive
Conservatories and patios
Buzzing power lines
Tearing on th...
Monday 23rd September 2013 5:14 pm
I did it babe – I’m the new recruit!
The posh bird in the pin-striped suit
Shook my hand and told me straight
That I was the perfect candidate.
She swallowed all the usual lies
And failed to see through my disguise.
I love the confidence I can win
With a false CV and a cheeky grin.
I did it babe – I got the sale!
I went and spun this guy a tale
Friday 13th January 2012 12:45 am