consumerism in the age of love

this again.

maybe it’s this again, always.

what you touch touches you back ;

14, every action has its equal opposite reaction, rhyme, meter, meaning, metaphor.

several broken lines from

several broken poems

and i stand once again at the

doorstop of Love

and i ask again and again,

can you please return my calls.

and She beckons me in

and we share hot chocolate, though

i’ve never enjoyed it before today.

i interrupt Her, please don’t call me

again,

and i leave in a flurry of…

sentences i never

quite finished.

consumerism in the age of love

i am

trapped and

maybe we all are. i’m waiting

for it to snow, aren’t you?

my reader, my

november darling,

are you enjoying winter?

have you stood in the cold

until your fingers ached yet?

the invitation to join me

remains. buy some new gloves.