This is a poem about piles!
Piles of filth surrounding
Building up over years,
like a living organism,
like tumors on the brain,
becoming a part of the environment,
with a mind of their own,
breathing,
feeding on anguish
What space can be utilized,
by mounds of trash and bug ridden clothes,
symbols of gross excess,
dysfunctional space,
not what they intended
Piles
Piles
Piles
