In the Other Pocket Dust

Sisyphus had a bad back.

Why? Well, I get up in the morning

And my wife wants me to carry

A big blue bag of garbage

To my son now

Sleeping in a studio in NY. Five flights he will not carry.

Oh I say I’m not supposed to carry

More than five pounds of garbage

And she crosses the border with it

There was a dead body like little Pedro rolled down the

Hill by Buñuel and not the long kiss

Of L’age d’or but the dog and dog-dream

In Los Olvidados. How do you abandon dirt?

The blue bag also rolls down by itself, full of Pedro

Something little Pedro always wanted to do

It’s a cold day. Man is garbage.

Sisyphus has a bad back.