garbage day

the cuffs are plastic ziplock
like they use to tie up garbage.

pin you down,
lock you up,
toss you to the curb
with the rest of this week’s trash.

praise the old man
in the barely-running pickup
who prowls the streets and
looks around with
laser eyes
for gold among the garbage.

they laugh at him
and say he’s nuts.

i think they call him Jesus.