trash day
whirring,
clunking, punctuated by the occaisional crash!
filthy,
stinking hulks open thier mechanical jaws
the
odor of desperation is worse,
mostly
old beer and stale b.o.
the
dregs of society wait in line for thier cash
the
lady with an honored citizen badge takes pause.
is
it an honor or a curse,
that
brings her here this early morn?
a
man wields a broom cheerfully just to make time pass
his
nose, red and bulbous, hands like claws
a
smile that says, "could be worse."
"they
rent these machines you know."
"i
know them inside and out. used to work for the company.
the
people at the store don't know how to fix 'em.
they
just press the reset button.
i
told 'em I could fix 'em, but they won't pay me for it."
he
shares his wisdom,
then
shuffles off, in search of his next beer.
i
imagine myself different from the others.
bastard
of the strange coupling of pollyanna sunshine and oscar the grouch.
having
a home and a job.
i
am here solely due to my passion for recycling,
i
kid myself, selling cans for gas.
my
mortgaged future,
one
credit card payment from the street.
empty
checkout lines mock the unemployed.
as
grocery stores grow bigger, and fancier, yet hire fewer.
the
canners remark, "it was better in the days when they hand
counted."
"machines
never work as well as humans, but they demand less pay."
what
truly sets me apart is hope.
34.
sitting on the steps
sunlight
fluttering
on
green leaves
old
banana
brown
and mottled
atop
blue garbage can
former
friend
turned
foe
darts
indoors
thinking
he is
unobserved
banana
bread
35.
August
30, 2009 · first
fb post
large
objects crashing into jupiter
dansing
up the path
a
circle of protection around my friends and family!
making
dreams come true
cleaning
up the aftermath.
.happy
boxing day!
