The iguana firelight trembles
underneath the home turned
landfill, paper boxes stuffed
with dust, mothballs, spider
eggs, hot glue guns, a broken
sewing machine, plastic bins,
hair-dryers, old cell phone chargers,
dust, furniture, knick-knacks,
broken china, unbroken china,
books, books, another printer,
dust, pencils, computer monitors,
symptoms of an overproducing
society plus the nesting instinct,
where money buys misery,
not clean but filthy filthy misery, the
next best thing to happiness.
Waste land, internal clutter, banish
your neuroses--
or your neuroses will banish you.
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