Lynne Jones – April 2025

About a bin man and a reminder to celebrate beauty. I was working in Kent and stayed at Premier Inn in Gillingham that overlooked a bin lorry depot. That’s where I saw him.

Angel in a boiler suit
Youthful, radiant, devilishly cute.
Incandescent beauty. Holy.
Starlit by the headlamps of a thousand bin Lorries.
wide Puss in Boots eyes
A god, effervescent in an ocean of dustbin guys
Flawless skin and diamond ear stud
Empty my bin but I’ve not got lady wood
He couldn’t stand up to my level of filth
Barely a man to my menopausal Milf
While my boyfriend with an aging rock star look
Alluring and attuned to how I like to fuck
Not green as grass, we roll in hay
Not shy like Bambi rather Christian Gray
As that glorious youthful dumpster God
Jumped into his bin van and gave my boyfriend the nod
Held his gaze then drove away
Something to say
Let this be a beautiful reminder
Of what you might find if you get lucky on Grinder
And in a world of meanness it is my duty
To pause and celebrate that young bin man’s beauty.