#costco
stuck in a costco my brain begins to melt
due to the food court aroma that i smelt,
i felt too much and too little
as my brain began to become more fickle
i saw the flowers stuck to wilt
the shelves up to and fro
as i felt the world begin to slow
sunken into the couch, so long ago
i felt the memories came back, the bad hand i was dealt
not all bad but not all good
he never answers but he should
for i started to cry in this little feud
remember how angry he was, so mean and rude.
to tell me to die on my birthday, what a shame, a shame on this costco day.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 12:00 PM UTC
many, many memberships have I,
to great institutions, large and small,
though I oft have an extra shopping
bag secreted in my coat pockets just
in case….I spot a tiny sized bargain
but Costco has ruled me ineligible,
unable / unwilling to let me enter,
for I do not possess their
le carte d’identite necessaire…
oh they would let me in, if I
ante’d up the fee, but,
between you and me,
but what’s the point?
living in a pint sized
a/k/a my studio nyc apartment,
there is no space large
enough to accommodate
their supersized inventory
of 24 paper towel rolls,
one doubled sized cereal boxes
that that won’t fit my cabinet,
or take up an entire shelf,
and where gallons and megs~packs
are seldom heard, crying out
“I’m lonely, buy me, buy me!,
I long for lots of company!”
B U T
I voyage on the Amazon
where they accommodate
we little people in little houses,
like an old woman who lived^
in a shoe, so many poems in
my head, there just isn’t room
for a whole lot of
much else
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 2:44 PM UTC
Most days are an empty worn
Out house
On 1300 south block
It sees all the wealthy
From Costco
to it's front door -
If, you heed the need.
No one pays attention
Or spends on empty houses
with broken boards for steps
or bed springs to sleep on.
Most walk by
thinking something like,
That house did it to itself.
To get to where it is.
But they would be dead wrong.
It takes years for a house to empty out
Because of neglect
from all sources, for a time,
For misfortune,
no matter all
the life inside.
This was a yellowbird house
proud to be built.
People, a cat or two,
maybe an obedient dog
walked in and out
Someone cared enough to put a roof on
It thought complete.
Some people are like empty houses,
Neglected, cobwebs and sticky.
But, people bleed,
that get torn down
by so many things.
One thing in common though,
houses and people are eventually
demolished
if no one cares.
Someone may crash
into your car of goods
as you exit the fancy box stores
that make you think more is better.
But then your son collapses at home
from an overdose.
You, clueless.
What were you paying attention to?
Just barely 26.
What was, your yellowbird home,
will now be remembered
When the sound you heard
of your son's thump as he hit
the bathroom floor,
as you readied for work.
Split in half.
Someone dies.
You didn't plan on being
an empty house now
today,
did you?
So, what will you do about it?
Abandoned like an empty parking lot
Sorrow the only true begger
Grasping for something,
A currency
To take you back.
So stop flirting with birds
As they come and go.
Time is not for sale.
Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 2:06 PM UTC
a kingdom wholesale, loose strings of coupons;
a throne of pepsi cartons amidst the concrete
lights shine over the infinite rows of freezers
so sample the pork and pass by the petunias
dream of the electronics display let the
laptops regard visions of the self inside which
empty bubbles where words should go but don't
flutter across up blue and white.
to buy mulch is to regard the manure as
nothing but what it claims to be.
i ordered a hotdog after checking out and i sat and ate
and there is a vending machine here that only
dispenses water bottles.
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 3:08 PM UTC