What we hold onto
owns us drowns us sedates us
slow death by shopping.
Hoarders on A&E
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Category Archives: obsession
Buckingham Fountain
What naiad dances
in your pulsing, surging heart,
calling me to her?
Levenger
Trying to make work
indulgent, a nine-to-five
wage slave’s fantasy.
Realization
She woke up seeing
him in a different light
flame sputtering out.
Impatience
Why they don’t do it
my way I can’t understand
’cause I’m always right.
Hoarders
Invested with deep
meaning, treasures buried by
trash. Dust, dirt their shroud.
Levenger
Fine fountain pens, ink,
leather folders make work seem
like gracious living.
Paperless Christmas
Being green we use
fabric bags old boxes to
wrap gifts. No trees die.
Prom date
Deciding who to
take like negotiating
Mideast peace treaty.
If gum were chocolate
Like cows with their cud
we would chew constantly, and
then we’d all swallow.
