trash little shells come out of my ears, and i puke them out like a street yard bum
i see everything as leftovers
the places, the steeps that are taken,
they all bend their ways and kick me out

i stubble fall or flicker full, rage eaten bag dragging bum
i break a leg and walk outside baring the canister of wine and water
mixed yesterday by some drag by the river
let the cans fall
and whatever there is, mix with the street soot sidewalk
and bare down to the sewers with whatever absent minded thought they can drag down

fall fall fall
and down to us all