Ode to IKEA
Posted on 05 August 2010
Ikea, I love you.
Your wide open spaces, your
fresh hope of a life
more orderly, peace
flat-packed, ready
to ship.
I wander, ghostly
through draped textiles in
modern prints
the scent of eco-friendly
dyes waft past.
Take me, Ikea,
take me from my cursed
and cluttered abode
drop me in an
Unhappy Hipsters photo
all angular lines,
skinny people,
vast expanses of concrete.
Take these Little People™
from under my feet,
give me a pull-down,
water-saving faucet.
Make my 8′x9′ kitchen look
like an empty warehouse,
all glass doors,
matching dishes in
white.
For an interchangeable backsplash,
I would be yours forever,
nestled
in names without vowels
and lots of umlauts,
or whatever those things are called,
until we could be
thrown into the compost
together.
Amen.
5 responses to Ode to IKEA
Beautifully rendered, and funny as hell. Enjoyed the Hipsters site. I will keep this comment spare with lots of space. [Smiley face thing here].
Nice, I can see the images as you write them…
I love Ikea. This is funny and true. You kill me! Thanks.
Thanks, Timm! Funny, your comment got lost in the offers for Viagra and Ambien, which to me seem counterproductive to sell together, but what do I know?
Even though I’m not intelligent enough to comment on poetry I can tell you that I loved this one because it made me all smiley!