Garbology

April 18, 2017



Lurching
and 
heaving
the chariot
hurls
up
Union Street
it looks the same
 as it went in
like 
corn

The driver
with hazel eyes
nestled in milky coffee
beneath
a grandfather's
wild
curbfeeler 
brow
wags
a crocked 
glance
towards
the pile
by a port-a potty 
landmark stop

oh the stuff I find
am all about dat
she splurts
spying
the stroller
and stool
snarled
with
a shadeless 
ramrod
lamp

I call it 
garbology
she glurts and licks
her plush 
pintuck
lips

all the hoochiedingies
yawl toss
--- treasure
to take

the silent riders
deep in the steel bowel
rumble grumble
either 
hungry
or 
sick
at the thought

Even Yelp 
maps
lists
and rates
the best
dumpster diving
spots
in the chichi city

as if
they were
dive
bars
ripe
for the pick ups.






Day 18 - Inspired by the prompt to write a poem that incorporates neologisms





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