A short piece done a couple of months ago when I was in, as I remember it, a mischievous mood with just the first two lines to play with. As usual who knows where they came from.
It wasn’t too hard to come up with the title either when I had an image of a bin lorry lifting up the bin outside a suburban semi. Then in the next image it’s emptying out what is a funeral on the cheap, as a body folded in half falls into the back of the truck.
It was a grim fun time writing this one.
130.It’s cheaper than the Co-op. (17/04/2016).
I am not the collection of elements,
That made up this shape,
That consumed and wasted,
I am the memories that you’re carrying,
Now, let the bin men do their job,
Please, before I start to smell.
© Jim Laing 2016.