TRASH DAY
Trash Day
We know
it's trash day eve
when green and blue bins
picket the street
like sentries
posted curbside
to stand watch
through the night
until trash trucks
smash the dawn
and flip idiot lids
relieving us
of our discarded histories.
Compulsively Aimless is devoted to amateur attempts at short poems, wordplay, random excursions through my bookshelf, and general nonsense. The book lists in no way represent a complete, well-thought-out collection on any particular subject, but are what I happen to have on my shelf. Expect lists devoted to travel, adventure, America, history, and the unusual.
Trash Day
We know
it's trash day eve
when green and blue bins
picket the street
like sentries
posted curbside
to stand watch
through the night
until trash trucks
smash the dawn
and flip idiot lids
relieving us
of our discarded histories.
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