I come home to find my door ajar
A single record rolls perfectly through the crack
Bouncing down the stairwell
Slowly I nudge the knob and the deluge begins
A cascade of collectibles and knick knacks
I drop to my knees and play goalie
To no avail, it’s all just too much
Posters sail overhead, a favorite mug shatters
My orange tabby leaps over the scrum
Salivating over a slice of smoked salmon
Iggy Pop has already chased Bowie downstairs
It could have all been saved, too
If I weren’t so preoccupied
With this damned wild hair
Lodged somewhere
Within my peripheral vision
Just out of reach