i am dusting
cleaning
sorting endless
drawers of
mementos
wooden statues chant
without moving lips
catholic derivation
canon prayers
one is for the living
the other for the dead
they’re so off
pitch
so much to consider
the things that must be carried
or not
to the new place
far away yet
close encroaching
other side
brick-a-brack
makes me shudder
as do stuffed animals
mite collectors
into the waste basket’s forever
they go
without a proper burial
i toss the paper coffin
which held motivated
chocolate lobsters
and laugh at
the waxy new york
nuts 4 nuts encrusted
hot cashew bag
what gets to me though
are those damned calandra’s bags
still hiding powdered sugar
and remindful flakes
sighing taste buds
wax romantic about
pastry no one else eats
and then i think
in such an over taxing state
two locations
on bloomfield avenue
are excessive regardless of
caldwellian context
those ever eating fat chewing
full talking mouths
no nothing of moderation
or how to digest
unsalted meats
throw up and throw away
garbage night is monday
and i have a full dumpster
just waiting to be heaved
6 replies on “binge to purge”
“as do stuffed animals
mite collectors
into the waste basket’s forever
they go
without a proper burial”
…just one stand out of this. This is wonderful. Color me coveting all of it.
Thank you, honey. Yeah, I’ve much to garbage to get rid of…literally and spiritually. I look hot puking over a waste basket though…;)
You know I’m there holding your hair back with a wad of tp in my hand for when you’re through….
I’m an optimist…I think of my dumpster as half full.
Oh, I have a pile of shitty shat the size of New Jersey.
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And B…I’m gonna need napalm strenth mouthwash made from gasoline and the powdered bones of Joseph Lister.