Excessive

wasted gallons of gasoline moving two ton vehicles along city streets
urban guerrillas dressed in high heels, business suits, talking on cell phones
excessive
three chipped coffee cups filled with fountain pens with clogged tips,
dried up marker pens, calligraphy pens long abandoned, pencils with broken leads,
excessive
twenty-four 12 oz plastic bottles filled with sparkling water from France,
shipped across the Atlantic ocean to refresh an American’s lips
excessive
shoes from Italy, socks made in China, mangos grown in Peru,
a dozen wineglasses, books on the shelf never read, seven bicycles
stored in the side room, half of them in working order,
excessive
tonight, trying to clear out, give away, recycle, the excessive,
to separate the excessive from the psyche, the soul
it’s not me, it’s not us
it’s excessive.