Trashcan Sculptures

Poems are life's trash,

no wonder you throw them into trashcans.

(Kenneth Patchen)

Sculptures also are life's trash

Splinters washed up on the shore

Surf eroding your island

your desire

your ache

In the surfy waves

Of splinter-plash

The splashy-squeeze.

A thousand miles distant

Wolves and werewolves roar

howl

Oh! my love - from surfy streets

gather I will

splinters for you

planks shivers glass

Cathedrals I have built for you

My love!

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