Foxybenmoxy beat me out again, maybe
a decorator or someone
with deep pockets, who bids huge sums
for Afghan, Turkoman, and Persian rugs
like those I bought cheap in September.
Kahuipu and I are email buddies,
checking, comparing, outbidding each other.
With a fast browser, he’ll snipe
the last second and burn competition.
Last week, I bid up a Shiraz
(let others pay dearly),
and made a few bucks for the seller.
Doesn’t matter, Kahuipu emails me,
when he wins it. I like the rug,
besides salt bags are still a bargain.
Thanks for the tip, but I’ve run out
of room for the rugs I own.
Like where would I put a salt bag?
Why not join Goaugie, Mulletspeak,
Dopeywankanooby, Financy, Kahuipu,
and me? Bid on a prayer rug
(one you don’t need),
because nothing beats the rush
when Congratulations hits the screen.
From Detours & Diversions (Main Street Press, 2011).
This poem first appeared in Collecting Life: Poets on Objects Known and Imagined (3: A Taos Press, 2011).
Used here with the author’s permission.