At the supermarket
I started the day in receiving a playful compliment
I managed to get everything I needed at the
supermarket
Without a list,
She said “you did well”
I threw my arms in the air
The drone sale was on & my guerilla army decided to
blow it up
Anyway the one thing I forgot was the sugar but I
remembered when I got to the car parked only across the road, so it was easy
enough to retrace my steps
He said tight paragraphing sounds like I’m shouting
& I said no, I just want it dense so the reader with feel it difficult to
read, requiring greater concentration, afterall the prose poem was about being
& nothingness, hardly cotton candy, as the yanks call it
She said it’s 2024 & if people find something
difficult they just give up, intellectual resilience is another thing to have
died
Anyway, the protectors of the peace
Arrested us for terrorism, afterall selling drones to
bomb places with is a legal enterprise, the Terminator reference didn’t help us
a bar, we were bad people & should never see the light of day again, nevertheless
we had sugar
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.
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