Spend This Poem by Billy Thompson

Dedicated To Those With Fixations..

With no life to live
Go on a spending spree
Purchase a multitude
Feel powerfully competent
Don't need any of it

Cram the bags
Hide away the boxes
Hold my breath
Got to exhale
Nothing left to do

Anxious beyond reasoning
Bite my fingernails
Take a four hour bath
Water's too cold
Go shopping again

Relief overwhelms me
Stash the items
Night falls too late
Remove the same scab
Bleed profusely in my mind

Close the crack in bedroom door
Massage my eyebrows incessantly
Morrow’s manipulations are nightmares
My future requisitions stockpile
As I lay in my mummy case

Copyright © May 2005