Street Sale

by Aidan Andrew Dun

wr 3

for Q


The buyer sets
his face grim
all his hard-earned
on a whim.

The bonnet’s up
someone’s tempted
from fate we’re
few of us exempted.

The eye of the seller
sparkles quietly
here’s a punter
from kindergarten.

It’ll go five hundred
conk-out nightly
fall on the road
no Ast0n Martin.

They argue tightly
the dealer’s suction
is all a dramaturgical

Meant to prove
he trusts his winner:
the dupe rides out
his pocket thinner.

From paunch
the cowboy starts to sing
‘Well, somebody had
to buy the thing!’