shelf (3.5.09)


I went to buy fresh strawberries
But something different on the shelf
Something small, compact, exquisite
Hunted me down with stealth
Consumed by the momentary
I chanced every bite
Over, split second, over
For sore eyes I'm now a sight.
Peniless and lost
A pauper craving more
Reluctant addict on a path
The wagon stole away and tore
A gaping in my purpose
A constant to and fro
I just wanted strawberries
A natural, loving glow.
Now I need something else
Additive rich and bound to harm
Sold out, naked, exposed,
Still not enough,
Not even close
(at most).

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