Affection Injection

Image: Amazon Trademark

waiting with baited, hooked and swallowed breath

on a backdrop of sad, wanting, shopping blues

tracking the number that gives arrival clues

orange, swooshing arrow pointing the way to anything and everything from a to z

all that life needs and could be

in yet another miraculous, uplifting touch from bubble-wrapped heaven

twenty-four seven

another browsing fix

wanting hands and eagle eyes scavenging with a trembling point and click

primed in the womb of a cold, steel, warehoused, watchtower

anxious for both day and hour

in a perverted copulation of packaged affection

knowing not from whence it comes or from which direction

joyous tears with nowhere to hide

a once wealthy, vernal cache of cross-eyed abundance crouching down to drink from a spent, plastic river

she waits for the amazon truck

desperately eager for what it will deliver

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Yes, the Amazon vans pull in and out of our local driveways with great frequency. I'm hoping Amazon will start a cremation service wherein a van will deliver my packaged ashes to my garage door early so my wife can put them on the mantelpiece before lunch.