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UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY - 08/2012
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KEN POYNER Demand First I have a bit of excess money, So maybe I will casually pick up A piece of vacant land, Appropriately pay property tax, Clean up what has been until now a local blight: Take out insurance, and make improvements. Since I will have extra funds, still, I can build a factory, inject my Cash into the building trades, put Laid off concrete and steel professionals Back to work. In my new factory I can manufacture through three shifts Left foot socks, or maybe Unelastic sweat bands, or perhaps six finger Winter gloves. It does not matter. I have the capital to create comfort products. To make all of them I can hire Hundreds of the chronically unemployed, Find a way to co-exist with, or bust, The unions, maybe establish a training program, With credits and subsidies, To plant the skills that I need In homeless street people. And, if I have Money left, I can build warehouses To hold the product until the public Comes around to buy. I will also Invest capital in advertising And marketing, and those salaried jobs Will be salt on the carbohydrate My wealth and head for business Has pumped into the public gullet, The torrid energy I have supplied to fuel The rise of each and every subject citizen. Or not. There is a yacht I have had my eye on since the last recession. Ken Poyner had been knocking about the small press world for forty years, with latest appearances in “Corium”, “Menacing Hedge”, “Poet Lore”, “Subliminal Interiors”, “The Adirondack Review”, “Full of Crow” and several dozen other places. He lives with his power lifter wife and five rescue cats in the lower right hand corner of Virginia. |
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