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Garage Sale

donteatacowman — Thu, 16 Jul 2009 19:03:04 +0000

Walk up the driveway and see
What in the garage does reside–
The boxes overflowing with Stuff
Unneeded, unused, or unlovcd.
Each container or bag a red price tag holds
But one box keeps and stocks wares much better than gold–
Junkier than the rest
With the price of the best
Only one word adorns the cardboard side:
“FREE”

The Midnight Crowd

JessAnn — Thu, 18 Dec 2008 08:41:39 +0000

At nearly one in the morning,
The store isn’t busy.
Still,
I can’t get to where I want to be.
The discount bins,
From the middle of the wide aisle,
Stand in my way.
Crowding the path,
As if I were shopping,
With hundreds of faceless people.
Connecting the faceless bins,
With unmoving shopping carts,
Overflowing with five dollar DVDs,
Dirty yellow tape
Bearing the words,
“Waxing in progress,
Please keep off.”
I reach my hand over
The constrictive barrier,
Straining to reach what I want.
Unable to touch it,
I shrug my shoulders,
“Guess I’ll go sniff
The cucumber melon lotion,
Again.”

Joys of Toys

JessAnn — Mon, 15 Dec 2008 21:35:53 +0000

She loved Christmas,
Not for any of the normal reasons.
She hated the snow that blanketed everything.
She hated her house overflowing with family.

The one thing she liked about Christmas
Was shopping for her nephews.
Not that the little brats deserved presents
They were already far too spoiled.

She walked down the toy aisle
Past the educational toys
Past the action figures
Past the balls and bats

She stopped in front of the section
That held every mothers worst nightmare.
Not taking much time to deliberate,
She hastily loaded her cart

The next morning,
Over the combining sounds
Of a drum, a keyboard, and a harmonica
She heard her older, seemingly perfect sister mutter.
“Bitch.”

—
Oh, here.