What to do?
It's Saturday morning, 09:16, I'm hesitating, I don't know where I'm going. Where?
Where should I go? To where? Oh, I have many ideas, I have many. You need it all
It is now 11:14. I went to the store, my desire was smothered, my thirst killed me
I met a nice saleswoman in the store, she is Indian, I saw her last night as well
I bought a Merlot Australia, and a Woodgate Original Cider, and I pondered, wondered
I'm thinking now sitting here in my room, haven't I decided where to go? Where?
I'm indecisive. Where should I go? To my favorite places? Loves, memory, impressions
All that, souls, lives in me. Existing places, they live on after my life; dated, my life out
Places, neighborhoods, parks, forests, um, if there's a woman there, if there's not, I go.
12:07 I'm late
Her first name is Precious:
A saleswoman not anxious
To flee from shop not spacious
For another with items more luscious!
That’s, perhaps, why she is Precious:
Twenty years but ever gracious,
Even when praises had got fictitious
And flashed smiles goddamned facetious...
A youth but hasn’t been vicious
Over her feeding, poorly nutritious
Some influence names have on their bearer
Simply find one and try getting nearer.
Used carcase dealer
got a crash dummy discount
for the
covetous consumer
Pyramid chain customers
all have the
Pharaoh chariot lust
Crypto-coin tarnished souls
want a cartel vehicle
to transport
their false profit cargo
“You need a boss eighteen wheeler,”
says the
dark sunglass, shady-voice dealer
“Something catacomb big
to a-carry your
Faustian minnow bait load
I suggest a coffin-lined rig,
with a trapdoor
to cattle prod secure goad”
With a snake charmer drone,
the crafty saleswoman
viper spit rattled on and on
Raising the heat of the fever pitch,
she suggestively hissed,
“Don’t you feel that Route 66 itch
Get an added sixth gear,
and squeal hear the asphalt buckle below
The sirens, have no fear ...
blues on the take, gon be on cruise control”
“Purchase a roadkill deal, Dirt Devil eighteen wheeler —
And Judas silver grin sign
the blotted-out dotted line, ”
croons the black widow repo clad, used carcase dealer
I met a young woman from the middle east
She asked me to walk her to town,
and took my arm.
She felt good, smelt nice
auburn hair, white jacket and trousers,
crisp cotton, studded with gemstones.
We walked through an indoor market.
It sold Moroccan lamps, gifts, cushions
there was a dining area in the centre, with pale blue
table cloths and dark blue candle holders, flickering.
I bought her a tiny white wooden cage with little pigs in,
all different colours. She said it reminded her of college.
The saleswoman frowned at my five pound note, since
the gift cost only 97p, but handed me the bag.
The young woman opened it,
and found inside a black silk lizard,
and she could feel the little pigs inside.
So I took it back and changed it.
We walked with my arm around her
her jacket was short, and my fingertips
rested on her bare waist.
I left her at the pub.
She never turned to me, just continued walking,
now dressed in black
but she left me a gift
she made me young.
I walked out with all of the other women's eyes following me
and then I awoke.
And I felt so sad.
I must drink whisky more often
A holiday craft fair – I needed a bag.
I’d looked for a while, and that was a drag.
I passed by a vendor – a bag called my name.
It had a few faults; my objections seemed lame.
The straps were too short. It was shaped like a sack;
But it offered more than the things it did lack.
The leather was mushy, so soft to the touch;
I knew that I liked it – was not sure how much.
A discount was offered, the stuffing removed.
When slung on my shoulder, its comfort was proved.
I stood there and held it; the minutes ticked by.
The saleswoman laughed, but no pressure’d apply.
At last I decided I’d spring for the purse;
‘Cause if I had left it, I knew I’d feel worse.
The vendor then asked how I ever decide
If there’s something important from which I can’t hide.
I told her decisions get easy for me,
The bigger they are or they’re seeming to be.
I struggle with small stuff – it’s hard to explain;
But the huge resolutions require no strain.
Yet a purchase when I’m not quite sure how I feel
Somehow seems to appear like a really big deal.
So I’ve got a new bag – what an effort to get it!
My fingers are crossed that I will not regret it!
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