Trash

 

This is the trash of the drunk

 That I carry today.

I watched the stars and I lay

Took a pill for all of May.

This is the plastic of naivety

That holds all but truth.

I watched the glass touch her lips

Saw the sway of her hips

From the play of dismay,

From the drug in her veins.

 

She thought I was sleeping

Thought I was dreaming

Thought that the solitude

Would only be passing.

She thought that the glimmer

Was only in my eye

And all but a sigh

Verified

To be scared

On my thigh.

 

And I all but did lie

Of the gloom in my eye

In my sigh

In that twinge on the thick of my thigh.

 

The leaves were all passing,

Harassing my window

Surpassing the glory

That made it so gory.

The cut in my casing

Was only a glint

An image

A specter

Of ruby delight

That came from the plight

And told me, ‘good night’.

 

This trash is for drunks

That’s what I say.

I watched the stars and then I lay

Took forty pills for the day.

This plastic holds bottles

That gave all they could

And then beat me with wood.

This bag is for vicinity

It’s for all the charm

That seems to do harm

Like a burning tree farm

That kills you with smarm.

 

This trash is a toast

To all that consume what’s within.

And now there it lies

In the clearance of trash

Just where it belongs

And I leave it abash.

Author's Note

this came to me as i was taking out the trash, noticing that the trash was slightly heavier than usual....

Reviews

[Raja]

Exceptionally good work to read. I feel myself lucky and sad. Lucky for the opportunity of reading such a nice piece and sad for taking so much time to get this awesome poem.

"An image
A specter
Of ruby delight
That came from the plight
And told me,
'good night'." My favorite portion.

Thank You.

Raja.

[Broken.]

No. I know what this is about.

Lovely though I forgot if I have read it when you mentioned it awhile ago...

"This trash is for drunks I say!!"

Sounds oh too familiar. :]

[Lalli]

excellent write... good use of rhyme.. Whichi s very difficult to do. So this poem really isn't about the trash in the literal sense, but about whom'evers trash you were taking out.. and their drwoning of sorrows through substances. good message of leaving the trash outside where it belongs!

much love n respect

-Lalli

[J.P.O.et]

I like the flow and play on words in this one, it def rolls off the tongue when read aloud
with the clever rhyming patterns
The first two verses I thought you were getting into drug addiction and the 'trash' being the drugs
with the 'drug in her veins' and 'pill for all of May', actually I was liking that interpretation
then I saw the note and felt it was just about trash after all, and there is nothing wrong with that.
Rambling I am today, Nice write

J.P.O.et