28 of 30, 2015

Costco Ghazal

The rattle of 400 Excedrin sounds like tires struggling over a snowbank.
The ghost of hurt lives in my everyday.

The eight pound box of Cheerios scales uncanny, prop for a monstrous dollhouse.
A thousand wedding rings fuel my everyday.

A gross of storebrand diapers weighs less than I think.
The sweetest compromise shackles my everyday.

60 legal pads could bury me before I sow that tenth of an acre.
Canaries rustle in the hunger of my everyday.

Pick up a handle of bourbon, a sack of beef jerky; pay for another's patience.
No real thirst parches my everyday.

The value pack of Charmin lines up like downy rounds in a machine gun.
The serpent of necessity chokes my everyday.

My son stumbles aisles with a Crunch bar bigger than he was at first, chirps Daddy! Daddy!
You have to guess big when you try to plan your everyday.