Trash

trash in the mind

trash of the world

man is half trash

all trash in the grave

      — Allen Ginsberg

 

The elevator carries the trash

and the trash carry gilded cell phones.

 

The suits are hooked up for the weekend

and the revolution is stuck in voice mail.

 

The family has half a mind to stay

and the trash is on the corner six days early.

 

Buried in bungalows for the weekend and the television

carries on until the workweek.

 

Home is where the trash is; they are hooked there

elevated in their cells, cornered there, then

drawn back to work by a dirge ringtone — something like:

all trash in the grave . . .                and so on.

Jon Paul Fiorentino, “Trash,” from Hello Serotonin. Copyright © 2004 by Jon Paul Fiorentino. Reprinted by permission of Coach House Books.

Source: Hello Serotonin (Coach House Books, 2004)