My Rummage Sale

by Glen Martin Fitch

Step up and check 'em out.
Oh don't be shy.
You like disaster? horror?
Got this from a plane seat neighbor.
Stock tips from a guy at work.
Dumb humor?
Travel tales of Spain?
From waiting rooms here's
cures for troubled minds.
Take one, take all!
A one-date song of woe of jilted love.
While trapped in check-out lines
here's stacks of seedy star dirt.
All must go.
Old texts you toss
or sell or give away.
A book you pick and
choose to read
or not.
But stories, lore and rumor
find their way into my brain
to clutter, rattle, rot.
Please help me clear my mind
to think or sleep.
There's really nothing here
I want to keep.


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Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."

Last updated August 23, 2011