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TRASHCAN MAN
I remember it clearly as a sad stream
when I had turned to the blurry streets.
It was a small town, and kind of crazy.
I had met a hard-faced homeless man,
who we shall call Trashcan Man, and
he became my partner and my mentor
in this lifestyle and all of its garnishes.
He taught me the job, recycling, awhile
simultaneously giving tour of the city,
detailed with all its nooks and crannies.
We walked steady marathons through
the span of a day, carrying heavy bags
worth of recycling to later exchange it
for a few bucks that would cover costs
of cheap cigars and some nasty vodka.
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Our camp was across a broad highway
we rushed across like scurrying squirrels,
at dawn every morning, and also about
midnight too, discreet to remain hidden,
hurrying for our lives, so as not to die.
Being young, and seeking the adventure,
it was probably more thrilling than it was
terrifying, yet I was aware of the danger.
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i have been a dumpster
i have been a dumpster diver and have found behind the produce store
2 ft squashes, too big for their shelves, and wonderful gifts
my friend j coleman speaking of raccoons eating at chez dumpster
a friend has just taken in a homeless woman..
site traffic dropped a lot this month... if you know any writers or poets
who could join us it would be great
thanks for being here