Screen Shopping - A Friday Night Poem

I poured myself a wine and

perused black leather

boots on the internet,

knee-high thigh-high

mid-calf

ankle

hungry work

I ate

cracker

after

cracker of

thick creamy blue

on Seasameals

I surfed boots until that wedge of cheese was

gone

and I needed another wine to

settle into Shorty Street on the widescreen

my shopping cart holding

one item

539 dollars US Italian knee highs

with exquisite stitching detail,

softest leather inner and outer,

flat heels but oh-so-stylish

will take you from

day time to night

time on the sofa
but I didn't click check-out

I clicked the laptop lid down on

those European toes that

will never-go-out-of- fashion

and turned up The Street

in my sheepskin slippers