Sunday, September 27, 2009

Ode to Abandoned Refrigerator

You, container of all that sustained us,
who bravely defended the fortitude
of frozen meat, sensitive dairy,
favorite leftovers,
forgotten pickles,
found yourself doorlessly
in ditch marsh mockery
of those who cling narrowly
to singletrack above.

We excavate you
from the bowels of Ipswitch,
parading your rust,
and your inability to contain
anything more
than honorary title:
"Frige Bridge,"
from under which you died
a trash troll.


Kevin said...


Unknown said...

Oh, too true!

Jerry said...

sounds like a budlight commercial. love it

JB said...

Great job on the clean up. Woulda (shoulda, coulda) been there but had to work. :-(

Liz Schleeper said...

Great Jerry for recognizing and cross referencing the genre of CORN BALL poetry! I guess I really could see you as a psychiatrist! JB, we plan to have another one before Christmas.