ROAMING THE AISLES OF TJ MAXX

Roaming the aisles of TJ Maxx

I’m wondering did she say meet her at Saks?
Roaming the aisles of TJ Maxx

I can’t spot her at all in the dresses or slacks
Roaming the aisles of TJ Maxx

She would look good in the reds, blues and blacks
Roaming the aisles of TJ Maxx

She gets so mad I don’t listen, then she attacks
Roaming the aisles of TJ Maxx

She would never go camping, rain or shine, in plastic macs
Roaming the aisles of TJ Maxx

It’s been a while since she said to wait here, or was it Saks?

-- Copyright © 2010 by Anthony Buccino, all rights reserved.

POEMS

Poems are like homes
After a flood has struck;
Just a funeral - without a tear,
A display for sightseers,
A memory of an old time dear.
Poems are like rocks that rolled
Rumbling down a hill;
Nothing sacred to the ironic eye,
Hurting more than healing,
Showing a pain once alive.
Poems are like tears
Shed long ago in sadness
Painted on pages with life-like feelings
Bringing back those old growing pains,
At three a.m., an emotional drain.

DAYS YOU KNEW ME
- By Anthony Buccino
Copyright © 2010 by Anthony Buccino, all rights reserved.