Friday, September 12, 2014

Trash.

 What not
Not
What
Bric
A Brac
Will you take
One dollar
for that?
Knick
Knack
Click
 Clack
Break
Sorry!
To spruik
Or not to
Spruik
Shall I
become
A vulgar
Squeaky door?
Will you
Buy into
My past,
Wear my
Vintage dress
That
Still
Smells
Of
My dancing
Sweat?
Pick up
A glass
Trinket
That my
Grandmother
Chose once
Long ago
On a
Spring day
In a
Sunny
Market
After she
Had eaten
Scones
I want
More than
One
Dollar
My
Sentimentality
Has
Nothing
On your
Sweat beaded
Lip curling
Desire
For a
Bargain.
But
My
Grandmother’s
Hands
Held
That
Once
And for
That
You
Must
Pay.
No?

Ok!