Trash day

And what could I take away to be a more simple character?
Ideas from he past.
Things from the garage.
Images of used up meaning.
Clothing that says unsure things.
Clothing that says certain things.
Apps – oh yes – delete the apps.
And empty calories.
How could something stored be something empty?

And the powers that be now want the trash sorted into vegetable, mineral and blah.
They’ve instructed us to do a little dance for them before they send the trucks.

What greater joy than to delete a life and then organize it for some higher power?