“The Hoarders”


We’re tripping at the thrift store before lunch.

Compulsion is a noisy swarm of geese.

We wear the surgeon’s mask to stop the dust.

We’re rescue angels wearing pale, pink gloves.

A Louis Vuitton leather purse; a gown

for fifty cents.  An old Mark Twain is found.

A ghostly pall hangs over all debris;

their carted carcass soon to burning hell.

We’re mourning hoarders called to love again.IMG_000344_edited-2photo:Michael Bartlett

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5 Comments on ““The Hoarders””

  1. Meg
    January 15, 2015 at 6:57 am #

    This is a great line: Compulsion is a noisy swarm of geese.
    I could smell the dust and the clutter is claustrophobic. Nice job!

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  2. Jennifer G. Knoblock
    January 15, 2015 at 9:18 am #

    Oh, Meg picked my favorite line. Great visual texture here. I love the contrast of “pale, pink gloves” and “burning hell.”

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  3. inNateJames
    January 15, 2015 at 10:07 pm #

    The lines “tripping at the thrift store” and “mourning hoarders called to love again” make me think there’s a rap star in you. There’s such cadence and assonance in those phrases.

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