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By B.K. Date: 2002 Aug 03 Comment on this Work [[2002.08.03.17.06.19147]] |
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Sitting in the heat Your mind plays tricks With your brain cells frying As you watch people Hauling away pieces of your life For the most part saying 'good riddance' I was wondering if the memories they trigger Go with the people who buy the object Have you ever been haunted by anything You bought at a yard sale, ha I think that’s why people have them To get rid of the memories Of when we were or weren’t Different eras of our lives Funny, sad, happy glad, sorrowful Past parts carried down the driveway Goodbye old antique lamps I grew up with (Don’t tell my mother) Goodbye antique pitcher Remember when I took all the matching glasses And heaved them at a wall (Wow what a hole he had to patch) (God it felt so good to do that) Goodbye pictures that once made me smile And empty frames that once held pictures with glass That was thrown at his head Down a flight of steps no less (This is beginning to make me sound violent) (Just a wuss with a temper that’s all) (Passion leaking out backwards) Goodbye office remnants Goodbye old computer parts and telephones Goodbye tapes and movies One guy asked me if “Somewhere in Time” Was a good movie I said yes, romantic, will make you cry Pay me two dollars and you will cry Goodbye old stuff, Hello new that makes me smile It’s the progressive American way (Sigh) I love Yard Sales But never again with fried brains on the side. ©bk2007 |