
Tinsel garland stitched
To the tippy top wall
With a high portrait to white washed
wood paneling ratio
Velvet diptych of Jesus and the Virgin
Sacred hearts blazing
like your Friday night buzz
Who can forget
The Seagrams mirrors, etched and frosted
With sports legends
You lifted from the dive bar in town
Floral still lives, peppered in between
An interior design cacophony
Not so easy on the eyes
And a sleek silver clock
With lines, not numbers
So any child who enters will know
you super understand how to tell time
Although paradoxic and chronic lateness
Suggest otherwise
Those shiny, silver hour markers
begging to be sucked up
by a tightly rolled Andrew Jackson
or a leftover 5-Star straw,
Peeled from a styrofoam
Mountain Dew receptacle
As if this were the crack
The oil matted couch cushion
Where all the lost marbles fell
Better to be a catatonic ghost
Vacuum packed on the wall,
Or still squatting within them?


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