Mo poems

Here are three poems I wrote for that personal archaeology thing. I forgot to email any of them in until it was too late. Ah well. I think I like the second and third ones best.


graven idols
a hoarder they whispered

forewarned is forearmed

papers into ash and dust
and landfill
sinking deeper

once i asked my boss how plastics decay
they don't she told me
they just become long strings

did you know all these houses were built on a rubbish dump
and that is why they're sinking



a hoarder they whisper
sifting through the dust
and plastic beads



Hoarding
dvds and shiny cds in jewel cases
metal objects
a christmas garland with glass beads
teacups from Morocco