closeted struggle

 

in the war against stuff 

we’ve lost a lot of ground 

 

(the poetry anthology 

doesn’t count)

 

three boxes came yesterday 

with nowhere to go 

 

that was six square feet 

excluding the cardboard

 

your retail therapy 

has been put on hold 

 

after six consecutive trips 

to the large parcel window

 

the post office all 

knows you by name 

 

amazon wants 

to sell you a plane

 

this is how the pharaohs did it 

stone by stone 

 

buying hours 

for every tome 

 

calling in sick 

doesn’t really help 

 

idle hands click on 

dvd sets  

 

you make a promise 

to resell it all

 

but that only means 

you have space for more