Lottery (an acrostic poem)

Living day to day, depending on his luck for sustenance

Orbiting his need for money and his need to be creative

The two pulling in opposite directions, their tidal forces ripping him apart

Today was a day where art and hunger went hand in hand as he painted

Every ounce of his imagination was placed on the canvas stroke by stroke

Revealing a mixture of magic and his soul, bound in sweat and paint

Yet it didn’t sell, leaving him destitute and feeling like he lost at life

Mole (an acrostic poem)

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Making traditional Mexican sauces always made Maria smile

Of course, her Abuela made them so well that she should really sell them, but she wouldn’t

Leading to Maria secretly recording the kitchen for the next 24 hours

Everyone will suspect her brother when the recipe gets sold, but she was going to be the…

Sell (an acrostic conversation)

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“So I heard you are looking for a thing.”

“Everyone is looking for a thing.  Can you be more specific?”

“Listen, if I tell you more the price is going to quadruple.  So what do you say?”

“Let me think about it.”

Shine (an acrostic poem)

So smooth.  The clear liquid hardly burned.

He knew this batch would sell well

It just meant dodging the Feds till he dropped off this batch

Not that he hadn’t done hundreds of times

Eventually, his luck would run out, but hopefully not before the still did

 

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Push (an acrostic poem)

People are always looking for an angle, an easy way in or out

Undermining their altruistic public face

So sick of false narratives that sell whitewashed souls

Hey maybe it’s time to shove back

 

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