Scott Wozniak- Two Poems

Jackpot on the Dumpster Diver Circuit

 

Walking around

the city

wearing rags

that smell

like bum,

I stroll

from dumpster

to trash can

and back again,

looking

for anything

nobody wants,

but I need.

 

A half-eaten

burrito

is top score

until

I toss open

a lid

and see

abandoned

Doc Martins--

A possession

I never

could afford,

but are now

all mine

for the low

low price

of homeless.

Not Fit For Consumption

How many times

can a man

sell his soul

‘till it becomes

recycled goods

un-fit

for landfills

or rats’

consumption?

Scott Wozniak is a poet and short story writer. His works can be found here, there, and over there too. He sometimes forgets to include his poems when sending them out for submission. For more info, please visit about.me/swozniak