Owning too much stuff.
In my blue bedroom.
Amongst all I own.
Many stiff cloth bodies.
In a group gazing into blank space.
Staring at me while I snooze.
Staring at me while I blink at my
computer screen.
Many glazed figures.
Some with feline eyes.
Staring at me while I vacuum the
carpet.
Staring at me while I dust.
Many fuzzy stuffed shapes with
happy round globes.
Staring at me while I eat my snack
on the bed.
Staring at me while I read.
Many winged beauties.
Inside the frames and glittering on
the hat fastened to the door.
Staring at me while I exercise.
Staring at me while I write the
grocery list.
The insanity of many eyes.
It is my fault because I wanted
all this stuff.
I will still go out and collect more eyes.
Many more eyes to witness everything
I do.
Poetry by Amy Buchanan
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Written on 2006-08-30 at 06:32
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Many Eyes Staring at Me
In my blue bedroom.
Amongst all I own.
Many stiff cloth bodies.
In a group gazing into blank space.
Staring at me while I snooze.
Staring at me while I blink at my
computer screen.
Many glazed figures.
Some with feline eyes.
Staring at me while I vacuum the
carpet.
Staring at me while I dust.
Many fuzzy stuffed shapes with
happy round globes.
Staring at me while I eat my snack
on the bed.
Staring at me while I read.
Many winged beauties.
Inside the frames and glittering on
the hat fastened to the door.
Staring at me while I exercise.
Staring at me while I write the
grocery list.
The insanity of many eyes.
It is my fault because I wanted
all this stuff.
I will still go out and collect more eyes.
Many more eyes to witness everything
I do.
Poetry by Amy Buchanan
Read 743 times
Written on 2006-08-30 at 06:32
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