My spare bedroom holds
many possibilities
under all that junk.
Clean sweep
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My spare bedroom holds
many possibilities
under all that junk.
My spare bedroom holds
many possibilities
under all that junk.
Soldiers wear helmets.
Women wear makeup, styled hair.
Our mode of defense.
We bring it home, put
it on life support so we
can hang ornaments.
Sad orphans ripped from
the forest stretch out their limbs
pleading, ‘Take *me* home.”
Like flickering tongues
of flame in green…blue…red. Just
plug in and enjoy.
It’s the guilty splurge,
potato chips for the mind.
You can’t watch just one.
Like speed dating, if
they make a good impression,
they come home with us.
TV’s “Fisherman
and His Wife” story for our
times. Unalloyed greed.
Urban mall jungle.
Shoppers prowl for deals, fangs bared,
credit cards dripping.
She’d buy Free People,
match and mismatch carelessly,
revel in oddball.