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Economics


When the hammer of commerce makes contact
with the anvil of our collective skull,
sparks ignite the economy
and burn holes in our pockets, until
say, an entire pair of slacks is consumed;
and so one has been exposed in the marketplace
wearing only a blue, wrinkle-free, button-down oxford,
eager to fulfill a consumer need.


Tony Towle

Noir: Poems 2008-2017
Hanging Loose Press


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