Kråazy

daydreams of contentment

fueled by blonde plywood

and meatballs.

my systematic heart soars

on brightly colored

matte plastic moulded wings.

oh to think!

it will all be organized

and as efficient as a pin.

our home will

exude European ease

everything in its place

saving Scandinavian space.

marching through the labyrinth

with the masses

digression after digression

bins of that and this

useful nicks paired

with their nacks.

couples sitting

in fake kitchens

on imaginary couches

with lists

and tiny pencils

some with raised brows

all with raised hopes.

I spy an item

that dreams couldn’t

even design.

and I am suddenly stricken

with a longing for objects

on the glorious side

of ordinary.

cabinets, shelves, tables,

and table-cabinets

and cabinet-shelves

with every last accessory

sold maddeningly separately

not available in stores you say?

did I take it off display?

no one knows where

I even found it

least of all me.

I emerge slightly deflated

from an inflation I never

even wanted.

I am bewildered

and without a bag.

and with

a cluster of new manufactured

items in my world.

and a modern pain

for the bright ideas that lit

my meandering way

through that store

and then vanished because

they were on back-order.