Laughs and Lobotomies

Throw me out with yesterday’s trash

I have nothing left to offer

With the bottlecaps

And broken glass

And shards of myself

With the week-old Kung Pao

And the soggy egg rolls

I am also now limp

With the crumpled up newspaper

That no one ever read

The stories that no one ever read

With the used needles and the lost hope

And the broken vials and melted spoons

With the nibbled on fast-food hamburger

And the dead rat that chewed the last edge

Even it couldn’t stomach it – that food isn’t real

No more than this world is

So make it gone

Make it disappear

Throw me out with the trash

Because there is nothing real left in this world anyway.