Pulp Poem of the Week

Believe it or not I’ve never bought
a single piece of junk. I found it all
on the street. You’d be surprised
what you find once you look.
Pennies, nickels, dimes,
safety pins, jacks, dice, mirrors,
small bottles, dresser handles,
screws, wire, cord,
mothballs, cigarette packs,
pens that say different things on them,
bullets.
     
     Franz Lidz
     Ghosty Men
     2003