Today's entry for NaPoWriMo. I want to write structured poems, but this one has been bouncing around my head.
Warning: this includes four-letter words I don't say around students. (Though milder than what I hear on a daily basis.)
Not metaphorical, though it could be
There’s a pile of shit in my backyard.
Call it whatever you like,
Buried, for the first time, by eighteen inches of--white--snow,
I am still bothered by the thought
Of the pile three months wide.
They didn’t even dig a hole when they “fixed” the plumbing.
Other stuff is back there too.
Whatever goes down the drain, I guess.
Can’t clean inside without increasing mess.
It makes you think differently about the chemicals.
Listerine, twice a day.
Is this even legal?
I started collecting vegetable peels, fruit rinds, bread
Crumbs that ease my mind--
even a little--
Way I see it my landlord, the schoolboard, can’t complain.
This is the material that is listed on the “Do” list.
Pet feces are on the “Don’t” list.
Human? Not even mentioned.
When I take my good stuff back there,
onion skins fly away.
Sure, it looks like they are blown by the wind,
but I know they’re just as repelled as I am.