Stuff: You Are Now Leaving Twin Peaks

Sprawled upon the front lawn,
these objects we accrue
but rarely use,
dominating space
as we keep them
hoping their value
will fall into the right hands
 
Some of it is junk,
and some of it
clings like old memories
travelling with us
key to a formative time
in the development
of the standing present
 
I knew it wouldn't sell,
this relic of a dead medium
I'd kept for over twenty-five years
 
Box sets do generally,
but not in VHS anymore
 
But I proudly placed it
upon the table amongst
a variety of unrelated items,
showing my allegiance
to that magical world
of Twin Peaks
that had so greatly influenced
my drive to embrace my eccentricity
and my fascination with all things Lynch
 
I found emotion in the horror,
unprepared for the warp
in the soap opera
and the lurid, disturbing
descent of this quaint little town
 
Chances are, few remembered
and that was okay,
I no longer needed the physical
to know it's impact
especially given the remarkable gift
of a third season
that no one could have ever predicted
would happen
 
Even at a quarter,
I doubt anyone would have bought it,
and I am not offended or sad
 
It made it into the donation pile
after we'd wrapped up the sale,
and in letting go
I knew I'd come along way.