Let us browse, slow moving
in this emporium of unsold, soiled goods,
quietly search and scan
under the neon high-noon glare for
innumerable useless objects to
deaden unrequited wants
always lurking at
the margins of an unsatisfied self,
in momentary abeyance, now,
only to flare up whenever the
need for material padding prevails.
What desire do we have for a remaindered
oil-lamp with a china penguin base,
reams of orange construction paper
left behind from last October’s sales, or
desiccated frozen meats from the freezers?
GM, November 2005. Setting rules for constructing a poem, in this case deciding that Whatever the title, the poem is constructed with lines beginning with the letters in the words of the title, in sequence. I like working within restrictions – it helps me to focus.