why do i always forget? things are for keeping as garbage they damage and take so long to disappear so if you have a thing you should stop every once and a while and touch it and look at it so you don’t needlessly replace it society will build to your demand they profit from your idle things and then hide the garbage away so it looks like it disappears and your life is a revolving door of things that have no significance and can disappear, conveniently but that is not the case they are long to disappear and you should use and cherish things one day you might miss them like a love replaced with something
Sunday evenings before football I contemplate life most.
Trash day is tomorrow, and the red draw strings constrict through my fingers like excavated veins that seal in the stench of my so-called day-to-day living.
The autumn air, the herald of Winter, reawakens my lungs from their Sabbath slumber and there’s something magnetic in the atmosphere.
A static that heightens my senses, spurns hibernation, tastes the tension of a minute hand trembling across the numerals of an hour, makes it matter.
Where has it gone?
Heaving the bundle of paper and plastic product necessities from three yards out – the point after – delegating possession to tomorrow’s trash men.
Will they ask the same questions when their shift ends or only wake up to punch the clock again?
On most nights, I still meander back inside, flat tire my shoes and peel them off, wondering whether the Eagles will cover the spread.
Besides creating more garbage have I done, and am I doing anything with what I’ve been given, or am I just throwing it all away?