The bigger the club, less room for private....just pondering
Ha. I know those kind. k.
All I can come up with is NO ENTRY (?).
Once my mom was dumping a load of trash after work and found a naked homeless man in the dumpster (alive, uninjured) maybe they don't want people in the dumpsters? mindlovemisery
I don't know about exclusive, but I agree that the best poetry would probably be found in the "dumpster." Exclusive in the sense that no one will ever read it, perhaps---which is sad. I personally would like to read more gritty, hard-hitting poetry. And who better to write it than the homeless?I hate the "THEY." They're always making decisions for everyone else. I see this poem as being ironic. Like, if "they" say we can't go in, well then surely it's the place we're dying to be, even if there's nothing but garbage and discards there.
It is a very sad thing that some people have to live like this, but at times it becomes very very common, we just ponder for a while and then move on...
Even the garbage they keep for themselves..
Lots of treasures there, I am sure. They don't want anyone else to discover that.
This made me smile. :)
Exclusive club?? The irony, smiles ~
Short and intense, the way some poems ought to be. Thanks.Greetings from London.
Made me smile as well--bitter kind of club
Damn shame when they won't let the dumpster divers thrive but they let people with cash in hand jump off of bridges. It's one benefit of living here, the words private and trespass have no meaning.
shreds of secrets so private among left-overs, love this B. Short and sweet ;) will eventually catch up ;) missed you
Hey L,Tried to visit you today and could not leave a comment on Google+. Will try to email you.X
it's still http://outofsightl.blogspot.ca/ in trying to copy my photos to Google , google took over again...and i still can't copy my photos so if i can manage to make it a blog again, I will missed you so X