Trashcan Poem by Jeffrey Quattlebaum

The starve it come
the lizard sweat
the dreary maggot drum
dry and steady

The fire cracker
and spinning cancers
eat the angry crumbs

Eggs be damned
and dollars won't buy
nothing, but a blow in the back

A disturbing hum
the golden plague
and the shiny demon tongue

Arm-in-arm

She kicks in
the dancer for
the river red

Bring my eyes back
I'm forgotten in the process

A remnant
and magnetic
but it's the same thing
no matter how many times you watch it