a writer's lair

an old black wallet and a new leather glove,
a basket of shoes and a bin of shirts,
a clump of boxes stuffed with nothing,
and a pair of roller skates that hurt.

a bramble of cables in a briar of computers,
a heap of maps and whole lot of books,
a dump of DVDs and dash of CDs,
and everything else you'd hide in a nook.

A giggle of girls grouped around the jewelry,
A snatch of people picking over the heirlooms,
A jumble of boys huddled about the toys,
And a house emptied as well as all of its rooms.