Posted in Passages

Prenup

Posted on by tq1695

What brought it here,
bluff or huff?
Perhaps death, sighed over, lovingly
decision avoided,
delayed, stalled,
then boxed with the rest – like,
muting or looking away from atrocity on TV news.

Thrift: everything,
the shop
the premises
the location
the clientele –
looking for a bargain, or the absurd
dressing for necessity without means – school, work, sport
or
impact at themed functions.

Superstition, would anyone ? – either for real
or ersatz.
It would have been something it’s time
style, class, price
and distinction – still, even now.
Two dollars and three dollars for every on the racks
but for $9.99, lone displayed,
a sequined beaded, laced, one careful lady owned
bridal gown.

 

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Most of my life has been spent on the bench, occasionally called into the game by extravagance or attenuation. Waiting has turned a loner into a recorder - nondescript and inconsequential, more not noticed than overlooked - the non-vantage point of children not yet considered old enough to understand. Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry is a lifetime of picking anecdotes up and not throwing them away. Stories collected like odds and ends placed in a box in the basement, the garage, the garden shed - uncertain as to what their use might be but knowing that one day there might be one.