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Expected to know
all the dishes, servers eat
the entire menu.
such a sweet ride they
didn’t want to leave so they
did Wendy’s drive-thru
All around it, the
town is dead. Pity the poor
taken investors.
Like cows with their cud
we would chew constantly, and
then we’d all swallow.
One piece would last for
hours and have few calories.
(I’m working on it.)
An adult blankie.
To take one from its owner
will make grown men cry.
Smoothing over the
wrinkles in life takes more cold
cash than hot metal.
Shopped a membership
warehouse store today. Got six
years’ worth of ketchup.
Vegans, stay away,
lest your firm resolve melt from
tender smoked brisket.
I eat meat because
it’s Texas. Tender steak like
beef cotton candy.
Alan Dershowitz
said about prostitution
the lie men believe.
In the skyscraper
canyons, light outlines moving
shapes sipping Starbucks.
Like a jeweler
displaying gems on velvet
wealth gleams beyond reach
On a cluttered Queens
balcony he stands, watching
the complex decay.
Tie dye gauzy tops
plaid goth skirts hemp necklaces
you know you need ‘em.
Kid in candy shop
I dab on product in search
of my true colors.
TV morphs into
loser land infomercials
for acne weight loss
Drove to the city
to shop eat sushi buy fun
things that make us smile.
Grey army trenchcoat
or lime green sixties jacket
J can pull off both.
Got a new camera.
What moments will it capture
in pixels and bytes?
Ransacks the kitchen.
Demands she needs chocolate.
Pacified by Dove.
Want like a burr that
catches your attention for
something you don’t need.
Today was her last
day on a job I said ‘don’t
quit’ two years ago.
Last day on island.
Family kayak to Prune
Beach, enjoyed time shared.
Home-cooked spaghetti,
‘I Am Legend’ at Sunny
Isle. Just like back home.
Day in Christiansted.
Cool arched walkways, courtyards lined
with stores. Few shoppers.
At Schooner Bay, iced
tea - 60 cents at Big Lots -
is nearly three bucks.
separating the
non-essential from the much
needed is painful.
If I could shoot my
eye out with that thing, I’d just
sit and watch TV.
Like catching snowflakes,
this melts quickly from the heat
of a stressful month.
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.
J’s Pied Piper calls.
Mecca of offbeat fashion,
she shops in a daze.
Windows at Lord &
Taylor gleam with holiday
scenes. Small worlds of joy
The heart of the world.
Like fireworks that never fade
explosions of light.
Bryant Park transformed,
craft booths shine with baubles, lit
from within with smiles
Off to NYC
tomorrow. Garmin riding
shotgun. Can’t get lost.
Going to New York
to be on TV. Need new
clothes. A tent would work.
HGTV shows
designer homes while I nest
in my own clutter.
Should I say what I
feel, or what attracts readers?
Tempting to sell out.
Kmart opens at
4am. Outlet mall at
midnight. Who needs sleep?
If every meal
were cereal, we’d all have
more hours in the day.