found art


a needle on the sidewalk, kicked aside,

waiting for a latex-gloved hand


to reach down, pick it up, bin it

in a hygienic disposal container, 


while the user has moved on, drifting,

rudderlessly, toward the next needle.


how do i know this, i see it played out

every day, even now, almost inured to it,


always wary and despairing of it, almost

saying there but for the grace of god,


not quite, an aversion to losing control

keeps my despair quietly inside, tucked in,


let out only on special occasions, birthdays

and holidays, litterless, nothing to pick up.












Poetry by one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-06-14 at 03:03

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Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
This aptly portrays our present time.

Liam The PoetBay support member heart!
And as we tut-tut the lives of others we can become perhaps more conscious of our own idiosyncrasies.

A straight to the point (if you pardon my pun) view of a life outside our window where we hope it will remain.

Thanks for sharing,