Blues on a Sunday Night
︎︎︎ C. Sandbatch
︎ Apr 8, 2026
rattle, rattle, rattle
outside they rattle
these cans
the city won’t pick up
that I put my trash in
metal mouths
knocking their own teeth out
pretending they don’t care about
wind shouldering thru our alley
kicking their teeth against the curb
rattle—
something loose in them
something
loose
rattle
something
outside they rattle
these cans
the city won’t pick up
that I put my trash in
metal mouths
knocking their own teeth out
pretending they don’t care about
wind shouldering thru our alley
kicking their teeth against the curb
rattle—
something loose in them
something
loose
rattle
something