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)