Every Mans Collection

Every Mans Collection

A Poem by bboooyd

Chunks of unused foods snuggle tightly to torn tissues.

Evaporation clings and Indistinguishable liquids issue aging odors.

Plastic bottles harboring floaters mingle inside the clutter. 

 

Garbage.

Trash.

Junk.

 

The worst, gross and old, softens bags; inviting subtle rips.

Nasty drips across soft hands and down arms.

Goop harms skin turning arm hair to ashes.

Smell bashes the back of skulls and eyes burn.

Ears yearn to sever ties with heads.

Air is caught still, dead inside frightened lungs.

 

A shudder rolls through every man

When he carries his collection away.

“Next time,” says every man.

“I won’t wait that extra day.”

© 2013 bboooyd


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Have never read an environmental poem before but this is beautiful and creative to the chord
Well done


Posted 11 Years Ago



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Added on March 5, 2013
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Tags: Poem, Man, Trash, Junk, Garbage

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bboooyd
bboooyd

MI



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