I used to live on the roadside and make random art from rubbish i found.
Here is an ode to this peculiar passtime of mine, and a small nod to Mr Schwitters too.
Rainlit street, lights go by
Metal beasts on rubber hooves fly
Smokey breath from iron throat
Sailing ships on tarmac moat
Nothing but passers, not one paused
Choking of lifeblood they have caused
Blackened leaves and dusty fruit
Twisted, dry and barren root
Soil broken, cracked and bare
is all behind them abandoned there
I but a walker slowly tread
along wasteland long since left for dead
Churned and piled years ago
Forgotten by you, not I though
This is my homeland, byways edge
protect it forever is my pledge
Steeped in sheltered sloping hills
Breathe in smog-like through my gills
Discarded bits of worldly stuff
I make the smooth from your rough
Useful sometimes, always art
Built unfinished from the start
Nailed and bolted, stuck and glued
Things uncut and things unhewed
Mangled bits of mans detritus
Thrown in hedges just to spite us
Us of the highways, us of the road
Make beauty from the rubbish load
Here stand before you, monument!
Reminder of where I was, and went.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem