am i a member of Team Destruction?
and name it recycle for garbage?

do i make summer's vacation plans
to include the city incinerator?

i have nuts, bolts to fix everything
but i am a man with elbows, no hands.

my plan is to live forever; foiled!
now i need a shed to keep my stuff.

so many days to watch so much stuff
could get a lesser man sad-mouthed

sending him into the gnashing of the tides,
teeth of the oceans' blue-hued envelope.

i turn and see that old woman peeking
over my fence, seems she thinks i know

where the garbage goes, what is done.
i know recycle means i'll be back one day.

i hope the Lord recycles.

07/30/2008

Posted on 07/30/2008
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