they fill the cavernous
trunk of their trusty
imperial each day
with aluminum cans
fished from trash bins
with salad tongs
and magic fingers.
about six o'clock
in the parking lot
of their H street flat,
they pour a collection
of coke and coors,
lipton's, mountain dew
and squirt cans,
on the pavement.
richard weighs
three hundred pounds,
sarah tops two fifty.
so as they step gently
on the aluminum carpet
they never need to stomp,
the booty collapses
with a delicate crunch.
twenty minutes later
the compacted cans
collected in thirty gallon
hefty bags, go back
in the imperial trunk
and they retire to their
his and hers couches
with a six pack of tab,
the national enquirer,
and two buckets of the
colonel's extra crispy.
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