Poetry

Renato N. Mascardo


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18 june 2021

Dumpster Blues

the leavings of a past

the maw
of this monster
remained wide open was
ready to gulp down the morsels
of my

recall
a chipped coffee
stained mug a squeaky chair
an old vcr that almost
always

worked a
half full or half
empty jar of royal
blue quink ink that my thirsty pens
would miss

among
the debris and
treasures that ended down
the gullet of the thirty yard
beast as

brandon
the young dumpster
handler pushed the rear gate
shut with a clang draped its top with
a net

trapping
all inside for their
final journey to the
the gehenna of things in the

belly
of the metal
behemoth leaving me
with my memories behind and
forlorn//

renato
friday 18 june 2021






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