The dump behind my house is
the history of his life.
On the bottom,
a pacifier chewed to a nub,
a stroller with no wheels,
a pile of dirty diapers,
a raggedy-ass teddy bear,
and a torn blue blanket
covered with playful puppies.
a one-eyed Mr.Potato Head,
a hundred broken crayons,
shoes with missing laces,
a tire on a tattered rope,
and bandages spotted with blood
a baseball glove with no webbing.
a scratched Rubber Soul record,
several used rubbers,
empty cans of Coors,
and a discarded C- math test.
a Timex watch with a shattered face,
a faded photograph of a father, mother, and children
kids artwork with coffee stains,
a brief case with a broken handle,
a past due bill from the electric company.
a shattered mirror.
crumbled divorce papers,
a crumbled foreclosure notice,
a crumbled resume
and an open bottle of Just for Men hair dye.
dozens of empty Marlboro packages,
an overdue bill from a psychologist,
a necktie with stains,
drained Old Crow bourbon bottles,
and a Bible with pages ripped out.
On the top,
bifocals with one lens,
old hearing aid batteries.
a cane with no tip,
a hospital ID bracelet cut in half,
a shell casing from a 38 special.