IAN MARTIN THE RACCOON'S LAMENT I ate garbage because i was bored. I am always bored. I'm eating garbage and am bored right now. I have a garbage disorder. I mean, I'm supposed to eat garbage, just less and for hunger purely. I am eating a tennis shoe. it's like chewing through angel guts, stringy and white and expanding endlessly. I have eaten angels before it is just something to do. when the angels get to heaven they say sorry to god. they shouldn't have got got. god forgives them but not me. i am eating a coffee mug. through boredom, all things are possible. the ceramic breaks like sugar between my teeth. it doesn't hurt me at all. when god made me special i don't think it was for this I am eating god now. it tastes like garbage.
Pamphlet of poems found in a free library box. This one poem is excellent.