throw_it_all_away
birdmad
scraps
and
tatters
and
shards
.
glistening
and
scuttling
in
the
breeze
.
the
contents
of
heart
and
mind
strewn
about
like
a
trailer
-park
after
a
tornado
.
a
bit
of
a
memory
over
there
the
wires
and
scraps
of
an
idea
dangling
from
the
edges
of
this
place
like
cheap
tinsel
on
a
dead
christmas
tree
in
the
middle
of
february
brown
by
the
side
of
the
road
all
inside
my
head
i
only
live
inside
my
head
where
did
i
leave
the
keys
?
am
i
somewhere
under
all
of
this
waiting
for
the
rescue
dogs
to
sniff
me
out
of
the
wreckage?
is
it
my
own
internal
news
break
showing
me
the
devastation
and
keeping
me
informed
am
i
the
storm
or
the
debris
it
has
left
in
its
wake
,
or
both
?
if
it
rained
maybe
some
of
this
would
wash
away
010412
...
birdmad
i'll
pile
it
to
the
ceiling
in
mounds
and
droves
i'll
hide
inside
maybe
they'll cart
it
all
off
to
the
shredder
to
the
incinerator
to
the
dead_letter_office
post
consumer
material
no
deposit
no
return
010424
...
yenaldlosi
gehenna
was
just
a
landfill
021125
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from
