October 17, 2020
An Original Poem
Large black plastic shards of a collision
Corner of Law and Mission Blvd, #1 intersection of violent crime
Cleaned and turned over, the plastic a dull grey
Scratches like the markings of a shark or wounds from an encounter
Green Hindfoot is the deep green of a large durable piece
The rat’s foot burned in the beach blaze, the sand welded into the plastic – forever
Red bottle cap eyes
Hello, Dr. Plastic Picker I am your #plastic-rat, plastic creature of your nightmares
I will follow you around the garden wall, under the leaves of your mother-in-laws squash
No one believes you Dr. Plastic Picker. No one follows you Dr. Plastic Picker. Who are you to save the earth?
You made me Dr. Plastic Picker. Plastic Rat of your Nightmares.