Black Friday

Some where
far beyond dexterity:
a suburban half life for
Fahrenheit’s latitude
a man is being wrestled
down by the state police.
Shoved complacently in the cold
white fluffy snow covers his naked face
as he’s still assured his rights
for cutting the line in front of Walmart.

I wrote this poem a couple of years ago.  I’ve always thought this idea of waking up at 5:00am for a sale to be ridiculous, but then again I hate crowds, I’m not a morning person, and I’m very suspicious about everything, even sales.  Regardless, I never thought that someone would be trampled to death over a sale, especially in 2008.   This is really sad.

5 thoughts on “Black Friday

  1. That one really wrestles itself down. The energy is held tightly inside correct grammar but one can feel the energy inside of the language. Perfectly appropriate form for the idea, one of the key ingredients of aesthetic unity, and the twist in the last three lines wrapped around “as he’s still assured his rights” like a stranglehold. It’s another brilliant poem, Cocoyea, really extending your range and control and nailing the idea. Fantastic.

    Thanks Paul.


  2. Oh god, such tragic news. Tsk, tsk. The poem is indeed apt for this matter. A typical scene (cutting line) during times of sale vividly depicted.

    Thank you. Yes it was pretty tragic. There were more reports of people being injured. It’s nuts.


  3. Really well done. I love: a suburban half life for
    Fahrenheit’s latitude

    What happened was unbelievable.

    Hey Jo, yeah it’s pretty sad what happened to that guy. Thanks for stopping by.


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