augury doggerel

Tuesday, July 06, 2004


For two weeks, a man lives in our garbage. He asks for cigarettes and money and won't hear of food. He is very drunk. He lives on cardboard. Three men in a uniform talk to the man who lives in our garbage. Our garbage is quiet for two days. Then the man is back with two friends. Then no one is there. There is blood on the sidewalk, a spill, something we have just missed. But our garbage smells thick and sweet this time of year.


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