PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Recycle my words like the dying sun

the candy wrapper you don’t notice beneath your feet

the one you leave stuck in the car door

when you go back to the warmth

So I’ll just stay here in the corner

and keep leaving things behind

all my dreams crueler than sleep

Recycle my words like I can tell you want to

I’ll crumple them up for you

but after you toss them I’ll follow behind you

steal them back, build them into something more