Showing posts with label recycling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label recycling. Show all posts

Saturday, 2 August 2025

recycle it

 we pulled into the lot giant blue bags full of cans piled higher than the scale shack '5 minutes we close' we separated glass & aluminum from plastic filled the bins quick dragged them 2 cash out. a Tahoe showed up '2 late we closed' the man with a scowl burned rubber


#katyamills

Monday, 8 August 2016

three chances

Cancel my subscription to the mobile phone.
Cancel my subscription to the ozone layer.
Cancel my subscription to politics and gas.
Cancel my subscription to lethargy and cable.
Cancel my subscription to drugs and alcohol.
Cancel my subscription to tap water.
Cancel my subscription to other people's pain.
Cancel my subscription to being led on.
Cancel my subscription to recycling the same old crap.
Cancel my subscription to acquaintance by text.
Cancel my subscription to an inside job.
Cancel my subscription to middle east oil.
Cancel my subscription to grocery store mailings.
Cancel my subscription to cage free hens.
Cancel my subscription to ad-free tv.
Cancel my subscription to barnacled rituals.
Cancel my subscription to imperialism under wraps.
Cancel my subscription to liars and thieves.
Cancel my subscription to half the world religions.
Cancel my subscription to new and old waves.
Cancel my subscription to smoking and vapes.
And modern day slaves.

Give me an endless cup of coffee
Give me someone to love
Give me someone who loves me

Give me a song with no words
Give me a room with one window
Give me a book with no message
Give me a laptop with no hard drive
Give me a friend with no agenda
Give me a chance

And I will give
you one
two
three

to be who you said
you could be

Monday, 12 January 2015

k reading -- 'tumbleweeds'

Here is me reading the poem i wrote a while back

called Tumbleweeds

and you can find the words

by clicking on the word.


- K (aspiring to be a velveteen rabbit)


Sunday, 14 December 2014

TUMBLEWEEDS

© katya mills

i cannot be fragile anymore
'cause i will break!
i will lose it!
you won't know me!
pSychOtic

instead i am
a twig
a dancer
a yogi
a paperback

following my rituals
a turtle
an ascetic
a mailman

a homeless woman
recycling her cans before
dawn

can i live
any other way?

letting some in
and letting some go

some relationships
friends
ex-lovers and
others

fall away

and another
  and another
    and another

my heart wants to break
but can
only shed skins
like a white snake

leaving wax paper
shells in the dust
blown by the wind
as it must
  as it must

a-tumblin' on outta
here to god only knows!

god only knows
  god only knows