Shopoholic And Shopoholism Were Meant To Fly

Shopoholic pass your home in a slow vermilion dawn,
The blinds are drawn, and the windows are open.
The soft breeze from the lake
Is like your breath upon my cheek.
(Kenneth Rexroth’s poem “Confusion” remixed by Fifi Coolhunter)

 

Move softly, do not move at all, but hold my shopoholism,
Deep, still, deep within you, while time slides away,
As the river slides beyond this lily bed,
And the thieving moments fuse and disappear
In our mortal, timeless flesh.
(Kenneth Rexroth’s poem “Floating” remixed by Fifi Coolhunter)