pawn shop daydreaming

she found me
in a pawn shop
standing in front
with a note
that read

free to a good home

i did my best
puppy dog eyes
dreading
another night
kennelled
in the back room
that smells
like cheap cigars
and stale flatulence
with a heavy dose
of melancholic
misplaced affections

she gave me
a trained eye
of which i
carefully avoided
with bated breath

she shrugged
went inside
came back
a few minutes later
with a tarnished key
inserting it
into my chest
with a
resounding
click
a film drained
from my eyes
the world alight
with colors and sounds

it was
my nature
to run
it was hers
to wait
so when i
returned
she was waiting
patiently
with the car door open
patting
the seat

she let me
have the window down
all the way
to my new
forever home
in a series of
forever homes
that lost
the definition
in the tongue twisting
metaphors
and need
to hide
in the waterfall
letting the words
fall
as they will

somewhere
the pawn shop owner
sits
smoking a cheap cigar
passing gas
waiting
for my
triumphant return
to idling
away the day
spilling
inconsequentials
into this
deaf world
of unfulfilled wonder

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