Tag Archives: Garbage

Dogs Come Yelping Out of the Sky

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conversations drift through my mind

faces can be misread

air can become poison

the sink is of particular value to me

through it I enter Paradise

where a yellow car

takes me around

hill country is all rough edges

its beauty its babies being born

how they cry

our sorrow though has got stuck

inside us

and we just can’t pull it out

although we try so hard

it doesn’t yield

we are badly off now

we have nothing in our hands

we are all garbage and rubbish

and hidden dark clouds

begin to rain till we tremble.

The Earth is in Such Bad Shape

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its people

its land and water

and everything

has been poisoned

the animals the birds

the fish are all messed up

and we humans have turned

ourselves and our planet

into garbage

we are digging our own graves

we don’t give a shit about life

and death and our children

or anyone or anything else

we have no meeting point

we collide into each other

having lost our senses

we crawl on the ground

and drink our own blood.

I Need to Reach that Place

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where there is silence

in noise

where there is quietness

in chatter

where garbage is paradise

where I am at peace

in the midst of war

how does one live through

so much horror I wonder

and realise

that’s why I’m in such a hurry

to get there

where you attain such serenity

that nothing affects you

and when you die you laugh so loud

that it echoes all over the universe

I need to reach that place to live.

The Dead Live With Us

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they attack us

till our minds are spat out

and we are garbage strewn

about for stray dogs

who wag their tails

eating our bodies

with pleasure

what can we say

for ourselves

what are we

I wonder

as the sound

of the wind whistling

shatters my eardrums

making it bleed

while my body is battered

by trees and rocks

and black hounds race

towards me

tearing me to shreds

and instantly I become

a ghost and go about

killing people.

Life Is Strife

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the heart trembles

the mind goes dark

the head becomes heavy

and you hold it in your hand

and everything is garbage

you realise

the world is a wasteland

you wander like a wreck

and you are eaten by rats

and your skeleton sinks

deeper and deeper

into this mess

that we humans created

to bury ourselves

such fools we are

scared now

in our final hour

we cower

without power.

Lives Are Garbage

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strewn about

piling up on and on

it was like that

when I was a boy

it is like that even now

but the birds chirp

they don’t understand

what’s happening

down here

and our bodies

deteriorate and die

then we are waste

to be disposed

all this is so much muck

and you look at it

and say yuck

life is bullshit

something that

simply doesn’t fit

and we spit at it

and find there’s

nowhere to sit

before we realise

that we ourselves are hit

and our flesh flung around

bit by bit

and with wild fires

blowing about

in flames we are lit.

The Body Is Broken

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and the mind

a lamp whose light

is gone

life is unfeeling

the universe is garbage

the flesh and bones ache

we carry so much

suffering on our backs

we fall again and again

and then suddenly

we slip into

a deep darkness

and everything living

is going down with us

and then we realise

the whole cosmos

is falling

and the thud

that you hear

is the end of the world.