Everything Must Go!

Garage Sale. Saturday.

I need to pay my heart's outstanding bills.

A cracked-up compass and a pocket watch,

Some plastic daffodils,

The cutlery and coffee cups I stole

From all-night restaurants,

A sense of wonder (only slightly used),

A year of two to haunt you in the dark

For a phone call from far away

With a "Hi, how are you today"

And a sign recovery comes

To the broken ones

A wage-slave forty-hour work week

(Weighs a thousand kilograms, so bend your knees)

Comes with a free fake smile

For all your dumb demands,

The cordless razor that my father bought

When I turned 17,

A puke-green sofa, and the outline to

A complicated dream of dignity,

For a laugh (too loud and too long).

Or a place where awkward belongs,

And a sign recovery comes

To the broken ones

To the broken ones

To the broken ones

For the broken ones

(Or best offer)