Second-hand garbage

Always later,

never now.

Send regards 

to that day

though hours away,

you’ll pass it up

for sport.


Like a worn,

faded couch,

deposited, thrown

aside on the curb,

met by busy noise – 

the springs silenced,

frame caving in,

laced with crusty fabric,

dusted off asbestos,

too often plagued from 

over usage.


Time relaxes and recoils

as a body on a mattress.

Days and weeks go by 

without rest,

more rushing and neglecting.

Success measured in 


life written in 

prescription – 

chronic baggy eyes 

and appealing fluffy 


The mind whirls 

and the heart mumbles 

underneath a blanket that 

covers the coveted



Society has time enough

for misery, 

for killing

and corrupting.

Time to wake up

in the morning 

and pop a few more pills.

The individual?

A simulacrum of non-self

filled with nonsense 

and inner pity,

stained with sins,

that like dirty 


are forgotten – 

so easily pawned 

at a restless 

street corner 

as someone’s 


garbage –

that recycled,



called desire.


poem from ‘Nostalgia, Naturally’ by Tyler Pedersen, Copyright 2007

About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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4 Responses to Second-hand garbage

  1. I wrote this poem 6 years ago and there are still some kernels of truth in it. However, my outlook on life has been more positive and I have tried to leave this negativity behind. But, as poets, we must shed light into the darkness of our society and question who we are as human beings. We don’t want to live this way, yet corruption, drug overdoses and killing still exist. This poem asks, “why?”

  2. Emily Bay says:

    Wow…. this really speaks to me…

    • Thank you, Emily! It comes from a different side of me that is not all rainbows and sunshine. I am a realist and call it like it is. I know that this is not everybody’s cup of tea, especially on the weekend, but we need to wake up! I am not guiltless either, but I’m trying to do as much as I can to make the world a better place. I’m glad this poem resonated with you!

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