My Stuff

A Poem by Spijazz

Stuff I can no longer find.

My Stuff

I use to have stuff
Lots of stuff

Stuff that I wore
proudly
Stuff that I carried around
in my pocket stuff
Stuff that I wound
place in places
among other stuff
to be seen
by others who
probably had their
own stuff

I really loved
my stuff

Now I can not even
find my stuff
I have gone through
so much stuff
only to find
the new stuff

I keep asking myself
where is my stuff?
Stuff just don't get up
and run off, does it?
Maybe it wasn't my stuff
in the first place

I'm confused over
this stuff

Once I saw my stuff
in the home
of somebody else
next to their stuff
I thought for a second
but I let that stuff go

I'm now taking photos
of all my new stuff
and placing it on
one of those shared sites
so at least I can connect
with stuff that might
go missing

If anyone listening
is holding on
to my stuff
please have pity
and return my stuff

I really miss my stuff

John Robert Bland