Forgot to make Ice Cubes again
original poetry and photosby
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Forgot to make Ice Cubes again
Ice on the tray, razed statuettes
Of frost and rubbish of time,
Languish from rivers of plastic coquettish:
Stymying petrol-store dime.
Bits of receipts,
Uncertain shards—
Thoughtless assaults of years.
Everywhere junk
Sojourns to dust
And settles evasive arrears.
One man's trash, another's smile
Rectified by the corpulent guile
Popularized by tacky ads,
I'll cash my check;
Just take a tad-bit
Back to house or wherever the build
The page, a temple, irreverent guild
For mundane traffic of insects fleeting,
I with the bored and the boring entreating
Life to bestow me with better days
Where ice ain't born in trays.
Poetry & Photos
by
10/6/18
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(Photostaken with
iPhone 8+ - - -)
