‘Pacific Trash Vortex’ and Other Poetry by Bob McGinness The Society November 27, 2016 Humor, Poetry, The Environment 5 Comments Pacific Trash Vortex I don’t care about chemical sludges, I don’t care about plastic debris, the Pacific trash vortex is so far away, that it just doesn’t matter to me. So, the plastic is piled on the beaches, and the turtles are starting to choke, and the weather channel is filming the birds, who pro’bly are all gonna croak. But I’m never allowed to use plastic, now I’m forced to watch doom and gloom, I suspect this is simply one of your schemes to get me to clean up my room. Composting, Composting (decay to mulch) Ashes and grasses and feathers and hay, garbage but only from Vegan’s they say, Leaves and some newspapers (paper not “E-”), Sawdust and pine needles Weeds from the sea. Biodegradable it all should be. Carbon-to-nitrogen ratio: three. Decomposition with bacteria: Psychrophiles, Mesophiles, did we say, “duh!” Thermophiles, fungi, actinomycetes, enzymes and earthworms in subcommittees. Rotting and roasting and decomposition; barrels and bins or a pile in position. Chicken mesh wire or plastic style tumbler; box made of cement or something quite humbler. Aerate and water and turning quite often, grinding and chipping and shredding to soften. Measure the pH and spread on some lime, use a thermometer give it some time. Fold in your garden in fall or in spring, when it is black and is finished aging. Use it for mulch or use it for tea. Organic nutrition and practically free. Bob McGinness is a freelance writer who has written for numerous publications, none of which have published his work. He has painted houses, washed dishes in a TB hospital, and lived in a gated community in Florida. After a career as a migrant white collar worker harvesting profit from data in the health care industry he currently strives to expand his knowledge about nature, human behavior, and music. He also likes maps. He lives in Columbia, South Carolina. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 5 Responses Lew Icarus Bede November 28, 2016 I enjoy your robust humour, your extraordinary diction, “Psychrophiles, Mesophiles,” etc., your dactylic metrical patterns, e.g., “Carbon-to-nitrogen/ ratio: three,” etc., your unique rhymes, like the particularly acute, “actinomycetes…subcommittees,” and your overall copacetic artistry, a cut above the typical mulch. Reply Bob McGinness November 29, 2016 Thanks. I try to write gardening poems and every time I use a species or genus name my brain yells, “Stop. Don’t do it.” Reply Ken Carpenter November 29, 2016 Bob didn’t mention his seafaring days. I’m still waiting for some sea shanties. What could be more classical. Reply Bob McGinness November 29, 2016 Aargh! Ok here: http://www.boomercafe.com/2014/11/24/creative-baby-boomer-writes-greatest-pirate/ Reply Dona Fox December 26, 2016 Love them both. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.