Owning too much stuff.


Many Eyes Staring at Me



In my blue bedroom.
Amongst all I own.

Many stiff cloth bodies.
In a group gazing into blank space.

Staring at me while I snooze.
Staring at me while I blink at my
computer screen.

Many glazed figures.
Some with feline eyes.

Staring at me while I vacuum the
carpet.
Staring at me while I dust.

Many fuzzy stuffed shapes with
happy round globes.

Staring at me while I eat my snack
on the bed.
Staring at me while I read.

Many winged beauties.
Inside the frames and glittering on
the hat fastened to the door.

Staring at me while I exercise.
Staring at me while I write the
grocery list.

The insanity of many eyes.
It is my fault because I wanted
all this stuff.

I will still go out and collect more eyes.
Many more eyes to witness everything
I do.





Poetry by Amy Buchanan
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Written on 2006-08-30 at 06:32

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Michael G
it is interesting... sorta creepy in a way lol
2006-08-30