The Economic Cure for the Blues

grooveamaticgrooveamatic Posts: 1,374
edited December 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I buy things to make myself feel better.
I call it the economic cure for the blues.
Pretty original, no?
Maybe a really expensive pen,
A large amount of food,
Heaps of books or CDs.
I let these things collect around my house--
I look at them now and then for reassurance--
And then when I am no longer blue
I throw them out the window
Onto the lawn
And let the birds have at them,
Perhaps to make a nest out of unread pages.
Invariably, I will get blue again soon following this purge
And wander sadly onto the lawn to look for my things,
Only to find them devoured and carted away
By the sickly utilitarian animal kingdom.
And so back to the Mega Mall I will go
Armed with money and blues
And an eye for books that will look good in trees.

When I run out of money
I open my closet,
Which is filled with slingshots,
Polished stones,
And ornithologists guides.
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Comments

  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Posts: 7,265
    compost heaps
    steam as words
    why blame the birds?
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • blame goes where it goes
    not where it should
    birds have brittle bones
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  • Ms. HaikuMs. Haiku Posts: 7,265
    birds sleep
    then wake up
    cold floor
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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