My pot is an old paint container
I do not know
who bought it
I do not know
whose house it decorated
I picked the empty tin
in cemetery lane.
My lamp, a paraffin lamp
is a used 280 ml bottle
labelled forty per cent alcohol
I do not know
who drank the alcohol
I picked the bottle in a trash bin.
My cup
is an old jam tin
I do not know who enjoyed the jam
I found the tin
in a storm-water drain.
My plate
is a motor car hub-cap cover
I do not know
whose car it belonged to.
I found a boy wheeling it, playing with it.
My house is built
of plastic over cardboard
I found the plastic being blown by the wind.
It's simple
I pick my life
as I go.