Tuesday, November 25, 2014

33,34,35

33.

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! 



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