Compost

I'm composting my past
all the empty rinds of just deserts
the broken shells of old barriers
the coffee grind
i'm composting my passed
bullshit raps and
chickenshit fears
i'll throw them all together and
let the microbes do their thing
heating it up and
rotting it down
I'm composting my past
leaving my leftovers
turning over new leaf mold
Fork it all i'll chunk that
funky pumpkin headed
notion on the pile
let it rot
i'll watch it steaming in
the morning Sun.
i'm composting the past
free carbon!
break down cell walls! and
when i've forgotten all
about it and it's cool and
dark and doesn't even
stink, it will make fertile ground for

future growth and posabililty
roses and cucumbers, larkspur and rootabagas
I can share with friends

                                                                                     wil bason