shrinkwrap dragonfly

street is olive loaf on pumpernickel without a plastic sword or cellophane-fringed pick to hold it together.

urban neighborhood is black gum shaped into a casual lawn with hidden plastic animal ornaments and a rubber hose that makes soggy newspaper gnomes.

nature is dried mustard clogging the spout.

refuse

[a repost here from 6 the 30 2008]

paper cup and plimsoll straw
where little bits of rissole fall

it catches my mind like clod-fish in poorly woven nets.
battered and basted with flavours i cannot resist.

the smell turns and runs
but i am iron...
it is magnet.

a roach; survived, countless ages
smashed mid-step by vacillation
along the chew of old worn pages
connect the dots of constellation

what to grab? what to let?
no time!

no time.

endless in the diamond cage.
wanderlust gone, it is and that is it.

always is.

apparent reason is to collect, to reject.
but in my parallel i conject, i reflect.
i propose, but no wedded bliss,
there will be nothing missed.

ever-changing and dynamic
the wear is constant and absolute.

it will be here and then not...

the waste basket on the corner.

(a cigarette butt.)