Market-Market
Hard, knockings.
Ripped-off prices of
Men, mingling
With the jitters of
Occupational hazards
And fluids all over
Sweat and tears and cum
Is a celebration of
Itself; alone but not
With such company
Of pears and bananas
And lithe oranges
At the market
Where nothing is free
Haggling is fine,
With stipulations,
Everyone pays, no one
Comes prepared and
No one is the richer.
At the market
Market.
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CARD DRAWN:

TEN OF PENTACLES
THIS IS THE TAROT CHALLENGE, a 78-day writing challenge where everyday I pick out a random card from my tarot deck and write something about, against, inspired by, based on the card by the day’s end. The works can range from poetry to fiction to drama. When the card is from the major arcana, the title of the work should be the card name. When the card is from the minor arcana, the title can be different but the card drawn should be revealed at the end.
I like your poem. I wonder why the word market is repeated – but somehow it seems to fit!
Thank you, kind words. 🙂
The term ‘market-market’ does have a certain ring to it. 🙂
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