November 29, 2007
Temptation at the Dump
How could
the dish
all Ayn Rand
curves with
deco dog
have so outlived
her usefulness
abandoned now
upon the heap
for metals
scrapped-
the dump
boutique
seducing me
to take her home
all fifty pounds
of shining steel
a greenish gift?
a parlor toy?
a shoeshine stand?
a flower press?
with firm resolve
I pass her up
then unresolved
I drag her
toward a
crate for dogs
discarded too
a swell backdrop
and shoot
her wildly
twenty times
before my
heart throbs
all aclutter
and risks
the ruin of
my feng shui
Photo note : see above