Laid out like blankets,
Scattered trinkets laid about,
Trying to find space among the
Crowds of
Cracked sprockets and
Rusty whistles
(Who now do little more than
Rattle at this point)
And perforated Christmas cards
…That melt like snowmen in the summer
…That melt like snowmen in the summer
Line the tops of these
Furious folding tables.
Fabricating a patchwork table cloth,
A spiders web of junk.
While still maintaining specific identity as well
As an unique price.
A bin of green army men
Missing their guns
Missing their mission
Wearily watch for any signs of enemy movements.
Surveying the adjacent tables,
Some piled with rolling hills of washed denim,
Casually hiding some miscellaneous pocket change,
Casualties buried beneath pocket lint.
The lead table,
The only island
To which the magnetic collectors gravitate towards,
Like orbiting stars.
Absorbs all life,
Absorbs all money,
Haggling is a treacherous language here,
That can cut like scimitars
That can drown out blaring radios.
These watches and
Copper pendants
These Ferrous few,
Are worth more than their respective weight in scrap,
Worth more than all the false rubies and
Any amount
(Measured even in cubic feet)
Of cubic zirconia
They are worthy of their own category.
They are both the kings and queens of this bazaar.
Costume jewelry take off their masks as they approach.
Plastic brooches beseech themselves,
Politely turning up their collars.
And from far away, off hiding in a crate on the
Luscious, velvet grass.
Lying amidst the grasshoppers and the scarabs,
Are the family portraits.
The mummified faces of so many not yet deceased
The family portraits that always smile.
Even when captured between pages.
Some of the pictures,
Displaying a magical moment shared between family or friends
&
Their porcelain skin captured on tiny scraps of the silver screen.
&
That porcelain moment captured on tiny scraps of the silver screen.
And then tucked in a manila envelope,
Protected by the scholarly moth balls,
Protected by so many crystal balls,
These families of faces,
Never willing to break their covalent bond,
Used now, instead
Albeit, inadvertently
As forgotten bookmarks,
In textbooks never quite given a reason to be finished.
…In the first place
In glossy magazines that were never quite meant to be finished,
…In the first place.