The trash hunters of SEEDS.
another solidarity week
emptying the same container
with the aim to find
a lopapeysa without a (big) hole
new day, location, container
the pop paradise, remember?
this time, Harry Styles
made the CD player
go ’round for three hours
new tasks:
pull the mannequins out
destroy the books
but save the good ones
Bush Yoga, for example
•
another shift in Red Cross
new knowledge
there are cookies in the cupboard
I wish I had continued
to live in blissful unawareness
at least none of the clothes fit
•
the first day of summer
a bank holiday
spent with a visit to Per[t]lan
the museum on the hill
met the owner
and now we have
free entrance for life
•
spent our Saturday on the beach
hunting trash
with the shepherds of the sea
you might think
the walking path is trashy
I suggest to try
to pull out a fishing net
with your bare hands
and a knife too blunt
we spent an hour
of our lives
•
in other news
summer really is here
9 degrees
no rain, snow, or hail
for an hour during the day
•
for some unknown reason
I’ve gotten better at running
and worse at eating healthy
trying to improve
my brainwashed music taste
all pop songs sound the same
I love all of them
•
I feel bad
about the limited vocabulary
used in my poems
it’s not going to improve
I prefer to read
the same limited vocabulary
my fellow snowflakes write
•
this is a desperate cry
for reading suggestions
otherwise, Chess for dummies
will continue being my inspiration
Inspiratsiookean 