Very Bad Poetry

I had this soda can
I admired it for its supremacy

A shape that can set pistons with a little ingenuity
Even catch that little bit oil from the filter
A shape that makes money.
Or so I was told

I admired that I was drinking it

I tossed it in the metal heap behind my step fathers house
Primarily a graveyard for turn of the century farm equipment and old cars
There was browning vegetation, growing like a disease
From a factory of chemicals,
Wrapping around the pile.

And there it sat for tens years.

I went back there a few weeks ago and dug around for it
Searching out one of those dirty joke memories.

Maybe its not the same can
But that without a doubt does not matter
That mechanical blue color had faded.

I turned it over in hands a few times
Feeling that odd sand paper feel of old cans
Shaking out the dark soil spawning moss in the bottom ring.

I tossed it on the ground and smashed it like an eggshell.
I strolled right in that house and had me another one.

dustin burden has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of dustin's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of dustin's latest works: