On the Spending of My Tax Return

By Izzy Braico

I’ve been feeling empty

just like my junk drawer,

so I’ll down another beer

and drunk drive to the junk store

where I fill my basket 

with misuses of space,

of time,

of money,

God, it feels good to waste.

And when I crash my car 

on the mile drive home

the junk will go in all directions

and my body will, too. 

Ashes to ashes, 

junk to junk,

but at least I can say the time flew.