Oh no
not again
I feel like
quoting
some legendary
disco
ditty
“So you’re back
from outer space
I just turned
around
to find you here…”
in my
inbox
mailbox
voicemail
text

Distracting
my attention
from little things
that would be much
larger
were you to leave
me space
to make them so
Care for my neighbor
Love for my girls
The connection
of art
in the heart
of the lover
But no
you intrude
offering me
two-for-one
free shipping
and “Wait!
There’s more! “

Get out
intruder
I didn’t ask
for your
presence

I did not
invite you in
dirty
parasitic
wampyr

Though…

Now you come
to mention it
I wonder if
your travel magazine
(free subscription
for the first month)
might not complete
this empty
pining
existence
It does look
incredibly
enticing…

[From Mike’s prompt: “Spam”]