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Alexander Coy
Poems
Nov 2016
whodunnette
***** posture,
this lady, hunched
over behind the counter
tapping at buttons,
clicks and whistles,
***** and pistols
we go bang, bang, bang
on, in and around one
another
and she's there, ringing
up products, pointing
at slideshow menus
which one is
perfect for an Atkins
diet, "The Carb-o-tastic"
she says with a mild grin
she's being sarcastic,
but no one can tell;
these days our eyes hide
behind screens, brightness
on auto-pilot, the human
race pseudo-connected
come one, this table is empty,
come all, i'm free and a loosey
goosey
the windows wiped
down, heads turned
at a ninety degree angle
appetites like magnets
directed towards red
apples
this garden of Eden
used to be the refuge
for graceful angels
now it's all in ruins,
uprooted and discarded
like ***** napkins
she coughs and signals
her youngest daughter in
and tells her to mop the floor
some ******* spilled
a full cup of tomato soup
and didn't bother to
clean it up themselves
Written by
Alexander Coy
Austin
(Austin)
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