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garage sale
sweltering hot summer day
with too much time to think
selling off the burden of my life
trading bits and pieces and memories for cash
this is not a voluntary uncluttering
it's a forced march into the desert
the vultures are picking at my bones
eating my soul - two bites for a dollar
with too much time to think
selling off the burden of my life
trading bits and pieces and memories for cash
this is not a voluntary uncluttering
it's a forced march into the desert
the vultures are picking at my bones
eating my soul - two bites for a dollar
Published 4th Aug 2012
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5th Aug 2012 4:04am
lol, im with my buddys i read this out loud.. we loved it, 5 likes not just one!
5th Aug 2012 3:24pm
Thanks for the 5 likes! : )
I'm curious to know if it came across with despair, or if it was just too dark and turned silly?
I'm curious to know if it came across with despair, or if it was just too dark and turned silly?
Anonymous
8th Aug 2012 6:18pm
I think this is great..flow, wording, and visuals..a great read. I have been there doing the sell the past to collect for the future bit-it sucks..Peace, Miki
8th Aug 2012 9:07pm
I really appreciate your comments. I felt pretty good about this one and the confirmation is gratifying. : )
The whole situation = not fun.
The whole situation = not fun.
Anonymous
- Edited 21st Jun 2015 6:00pm
21st Jun 2015 5:59pm
Some times the short ones are better I feel.
The title 'garage sale' reminds me of a poem by UA Fanthorpe in which she describes the despair before her eyes as not wanting, for if she does look, she will only see signs marked 'closing down sale' and 'everything must go'.
It's a good despair metaphor, and I enjoyed that much at least. Thank you for the read.
The title 'garage sale' reminds me of a poem by UA Fanthorpe in which she describes the despair before her eyes as not wanting, for if she does look, she will only see signs marked 'closing down sale' and 'everything must go'.
It's a good despair metaphor, and I enjoyed that much at least. Thank you for the read.
