Scribble letters on *****
mail, the back of which
empty, lets us broke
*** poets leave our
scent.

Advertisements, notices
of foreclosure, a
Sheriff's warrant
for thine arrest,
does it matter?

Envelopes correspondence
from those we no longer
want around us
scribble words we somehow see
as more important.

Then throw them all
into the pile of refuse,
and garbage spoiled
like we do our life.