rubbish love

Do I love rubbish?

Or does  rubbish love me?

We attract each other mutually.

I sit at home and this what I see:

A small stone statue of a squid,

A street map of Ostend,

Two carpenter’s rules

A selection of stickers for long lost causes,

Harmonicas and parcel tape,

Manuals for programs that I never run,

Wires for computers that have long since gone,

A selection of DVD’s that I never watch,

A cardboard container for a bottle of scotch,

I was going to store something in it,

But I don’t know if I did,

So it sits on the shelf,

Until I replace it with something else,

Like a shoebox full of letters

Or a hat that doesn’t fit.

So perhaps I should move out

Taking all of this

And live with my love forever

On the street in a skip.