I felt most assuredly what the world had labeled me.
As I writhed there in the refuse slumped over, alone and keening.
Pressed in close I became one with the cans, the dumpster.
The garbage man, however. Passed me by.
The curb drenched buzzing strobe of the untimeable .
With a handful of stamps.
I licked them all over.
Covering them in slobber. With bleary eyes I slapped on, more than enough.
Tried to force myself into the mail. ( I felt small enough.)
But when the postmen came,
they simply shrugged.
And still, there I sat.
(Why would no one take me away? )
Away from all this.
Oh, but when the crack man came ...
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 3:17 PM UTC
I felt most assuredly what the world had labeled me.
As I writhed there in the refuse slumped over, alone and keening.
Pressed in close I became one with the cans, the dumpster.
The garbage man, however. Passed me by.
The curb drenched buzzing strobe of the untimeable .
With a handful of stamps.
I licked them all over.
Covering them in slobber. With bleary eyes I slapped on, more than enough.
Tried to force myself into the mail. ( I felt small enough.)
But when the postmen came,
they simply shrugged.
And still, there I sat.
(Why would no one take me away? )
Away from all this.
Oh, but when the crack man came ...
What even is a CRACK man ? After 15 years of reading and being asked for copies of this for Zines and University blah blah blah , no one has ever asked .. they don't even get it.. the label in the first line of the piece.. I wear much worse labels than bum , wasteoid, etc. .. What society loves isn't success, no, we envy that .. what we love is failure it make s us feel superior.. we need the enemy the villian someone to hate....
