Consumption

Consumption

Scurrying between gleaming malls,
sniffing through the latest bargains,
that are crucified onto sterile walls,

crawling amidst those sanitised aisles,
glazed eyes darting frenetically, hungry,
leaving not a trace on the polished tiles,

gnawing at the endless, dead queues,
shirts, skirts, jeans into trolleys flung,
then straight to the closet to be hung,

pompous odours foul each aroused breath,
scraping, bowing before these mute deities,
an intoxicated swirly haze of lustful gaieties ,

it never ceases, this relentless, frantic surge,
always unable to quench the insatiable urge,

stopping briefly, only for an occasional purge,

as we continue, & continue , to numbly splurge

A Day before Valentine’s.

So, the frenzied hunt is on,
for that perfect gift,
that unique something,
for that special someone.

Heart-shaped chocolates,
diverse species of stuffed animals,
gold and silver anklets,
carefully trimmed bouquets,
painstakingly worded cards,
gift vouchers, moonlit dinners,
cruises, picnics, breakfasts in bed.

Gosh, I’ve got to run,
I’ve just thought of exactly,

exactly what my cat will love…