My crumpled thoughts,
Used up ideas,
Get dumped
Into
The plastic red basket.
Plastic green basket.
Plastic blue basket.

Accumulated mountains-
Attract,
Street dogs, urchins-
Finally,
The garbage collector.

The creaky bier,
Leaving a trail-
Of refuse and stench,
Carry
Those bits of-
Cocktailed memories,

For a lease
Of new life.
Meanwhile,
The city
Readies
For more new mountains.