The garbage doubles as the
pornography sitting
in the dumpster keeps
stacking
Up.
What is available
is what you will take.
“Can’t be picky around here”
You don’t like all the uneasy
Energy coming from the
seeping piles of trash
Banana peels, juice boxes,
used condoms.
A moan escapes from a garbage bag
The moan groans over the loud drone
of the loud speaker
All of these choices are
making you queasy
No one ever told you that
rummaging through
this garbage can that is life
would be easy
The garbage can can’t be washed
or cleansed
And once you’ve
Dived
in the dumpster
that is life
you will always be used
to that scent.
The rot cannot be fought,
the rot cannot be avoided.
you think you forgot
but that thought should be voided.
The garbage that is the enigma of life
Is just a garbage can filled with stench
and strife.
The garbage can is life.