The trash bin has far more promise

trash-can

Stories of late nights

with loud company, my

tall friend’s trashy jokes

each drained glass bottle has a

sense of nostalgia and purpose.

 

In between a swearing game of carom

my powdered fingers found a

napkin to jot down a new expletive

Who knows , could be useful

Aside, it romanced in nacho sauce.

 

Unsteady gaits reach out in

search of beds and /or their mates, haa

it rhymed; the stuff

in the  bin from last night is

tragically glamorous.

 

These bottles deserve

to be immortalized so that its energy

could keep circulating for years

to come; when we are distanced

and fall in other chaos.

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