empty rote recognition

ethereal, empty of Me;
i exist in retail therapy:
you can see my history
from all the material I was.
shoes, paintings, a necklace,
international business trips…
a sordid business this love,
buying the competition treats!
Pictures for who I was not
delivered to the wrong address
only shatter the dream
when curiosity has killed the cat
the dream was riding on the back of.
ethereal homes are not at.
ethereal homes are NOT at.
ethereal homes are not at
and I am hardly I
when I do not protest
this imprisonment of my own desire;
submission and rage.
it is the same as it was
only this time with a creepy logic
and a recognition
for strategists and pundits:
the honesty is brilliantly empty
just as I am
just as we are.