Lunch, George Tooker, 1964, Columbus Museum of Art
Photo provided by Tess Kincaid
commodities
there are tightropes we
all walk, every soul
balancing identical needs -
a proletariat kind of
common bond.
Poem © 2011 R. Burnett Baker
Post Script: No, I'm not a Marxist. Neither, really, was he.
winsome!
ReplyDeletenice..tight ropes and common bonds...do we walk them or let them slip around....
ReplyDeleteThe common bond as it is here shown never feels like much of an invitation to join, not for me.
ReplyDelete'Proles'? Indeed! :) 1984 type...
ReplyDeleteYes, lined up very efficiently--taking care of "business". Excellent.
ReplyDeleteA common bond....wonderful writing Rick!!!
ReplyDeletea tight rope of common bonds..nice work...My balance is not good. I tend to topple from "common" tightrope
ReplyDeleteThe human condition in a nut-shell.
ReplyDeleteYes you are right, they are commodities.
ReplyDeleteOh yeah, I love your post script, too...
ReplyDeleteShort and ...sweet? "Communalities". Thanks.
ReplyDeletePEACE
All in this together .. I like the vibe.
ReplyDeleteI hinted at comrades
ReplyDeleteI loved this
Thank you for sharing this unique perspective!
ReplyDeleteTightropes, indeed...You got to the core.
ReplyDeleteSo true and so well put. Congrats!
ReplyDeleteCommodities? Oddities! :)
ReplyDeletesome cafeterias can be as dangerous as a tightrope walk over the grand canyon
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