Hi Bill,
Shintaro takes me way back. I remember ninja bubble gum cards.
But, yeah, all the stuff.
Thanks,
Jill
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Jill Jones www.jilljones.com.au
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Subject:Mad Stuff
Stuff sneaks up on you, squats, settles, millstones.
Shifting stuff, trudgesome, fraught with unpredictability.
Madness cassette, worth £35 to some Pom I've never met.
INXS tape in a flip-top box wings its way to Belgium.
Shintaro in purple tunic, brandishing sword left-handedly,
on creased cardboard card starts an eBay bidding frenzy.
But do you reckon anybody'll take this comfy chair?
27 views on Gumtree but no takers. Nor for the old fridge
- still chills to the bone but who will travel, who heft?
Washing machine, top-loader, clarifies but will not entice.
Nor can a solid queen bed attract prone potentiality.
Anti-capitalism thrives. Stuff, once it hits house, moulders.
Only knick-knacks move. Hang on: a phone call -
Someone wants my analog TV - good for video games.
What's a fair price for televisual retrocity. How's free
sound? Sounds good, he says. Finally, some vacancies
opening up, carpet spaces clearing. A Chinese takes
a juicer and microwave for $100 and eyes off a water tank!
Stuff comes in as light as a breeze, assumes its place.
Asked politely to leave, it sulks, limpets, looms.
Stuff this stuff. Feel the stuffing knocked out of me.
At least redgum whittles down to comforting coals.
bw
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