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Wasted

Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 4:17 pm
by k-j
(i)

This morning, the garbage truck swallowed the road,
the driveways, politely manicured lawns,
pallid streetlamps, jaunty gnomes,
front-doors with ornate knobs and complicated chimes,
and all the fixtures moveable within
those neatly curtained homes;
and it devoured all who snoozed there, too,
and all of their doings and dreams.

(ii)

... mad night, that ... the lads ... j├Ągerbombs with the beers ...
... Christ what have no. 22 put in this week, a cow? ...
... smell of fags ... queue for pisser ... queue for drink ...
... grinding metal ... amber haze ... burping of gears ...
... Ready Brek reflux ... rotten veg stench from the scow ...
... what did Matt mean by that and what did Jasmine think ...
... piss-reek of nappies ... rank meat ... crapulous vapors ...
... ah, shite, summat's jammed ... bet it's that great wad of papers ...

(iii)

A local man, 38, died this morning after becoming caught
in the refuse collection vehicle he was operating. It is thought
that the man, whom police have not named, was trying to unblock
a jam in the compacting mechanism when the safety lock
failed unexpectedly. "Upon arrival," a police spokesman said,
"officers found an adult male, with severe trauma to the head,
pinned in a hydraulic arm inside a garbage truck."
"It's tragic," said Jean Lowe, a neighbour, "it's just awful luck."

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by Moth and me. Thanks Moth, it was a pleasure.

Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 2:17 pm
by Suzanne
I thought this was a clever take on the word wasted.

I liked the first line a lot and the first part is the favorite.

From your comments and the contents/ wording of the poem, this collaboration is a success for teamwork. I'm curious who wrote what but I don't want to know at the same time!

I enjoyed your contribution. Thanks for posting it.

Suzanne

Re: Wasted

Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 1:18 pm
by calico
Yup, interesting! I like reading these......

Re: Wasted

Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 12:19 pm
by David
Unfortunately the ending of the competition, which ideally would have been a great celebration of the art (and the agony) of collaboration, has been a bit of a damp squib, hasn't it? Mainly due, no doubt, to the extension of the deadline for slackers like me and Nicky, so that the grand unveiling became more of a bathetic anticlimax. Sorry about that.

Which is a shame, because it was a very good competition and - I thought - brilliantly organised by you, k-j.

But we still have the poems, of course. Of this one, I like the first section but was less keen on the other two, although there's something appealingly McGonagallesque about reporting the dreadful accident in (iii) in rhyming couplets.

Cheers

David