#rummage
another task i accomplished
another way i can rummage
too concerned with becoming
need to be concerned with substance
i believe it, i dream it
i believe it, i mean it
i construct boundaries like an architect
i construct melodies in mythology
i pretend i am better than i am
i pretend to receive apologies
i can accomplish even if i am not the best
perfectionism teething
i pretend i am better than i am
skewed reasoning
May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 3:45 PM UTC
My hands ****** deep into my pockets, searching for reconciliation; every rummage a sacred act.
I’m reaching for emotional growth; but just pulling out splinters, plectrums and bits of fluff.
The keys have to be in here somewhere.
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 5:59 PM UTC
Ah - the weekend!
Time to open my emotional closet,
Have a good rummage around,
And find something we both can wear.
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 5:44 PM UTC
Early morning, they scuttle around, looking for some junk that no one has yet found.
Look another bright orange sign, slam on the brakes maybe we will make it on time.
Read the sign. Follow endless arrows. Some little punk changed the direction of these arrows.
We drove for an hour, Grandmother said keep going, we will find it, I know it has great offerings.
Tireless efforts the sun has now set. Grandmother was determined to still find this treasure nest.
As annoyed as I was, I would give her the endless days of driving around looking for those junk sale signs, if I could have just one more day.
Now she rides above me as I wander from sale to sale. Stopping only at the ones I know she would have wanted to.
I silently shop through others junk. Talking to her about each item I rummage through thinking of her.
My garage is full of boxes of other peoples stuff as I keep on buying all the junk you thought was just.
I learned much from you. Making money on this stuff. I love you dearly Grandmother for the lessons you taught.
Nashoba copyrighted 2017
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 12:32 PM UTC
I’m a junk sale ******
As a matter of fact.
It has to be addiction
Because that’s how I act.
I just can’t help myself
I buy what I see.
It’s almost like the stuff
Is calling to me.
I drive by a yard and see
A ringer washing machine
And say to myself
Wouldn’t that be keen?
I could do my washing
And ring it nearly dry.
So, I buy the thing and
Don’t ask me why.
I’m a junk sale ******
As a matter of fact.
It has to be addiction
Because that’s how I act.
I once found a deal
On a gerbil habitat.
I bought it and took it home.
That’s just where I’m at.
That I don’t have a gerbil
Is a minor detail.
I just can’t resist a good
Price in a sale.
I just can’t help myself
I buy what I see.
It’s almost like the stuff
Is calling to me.
People have told me
If I ever get a bride
She’ll be someone
I met on the roadside.
But I quickly add that I
Might be the worst
Because I would look
At the sale items first.
I’m a junk sale ******
As a matter of fact.
It has to be addiction
Because that’s how I act.
I just can’t help myself
I buy what I see.
It’s almost like the stuff
Is calling to me.
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC