Behind Your House

In the easement (let’s say)
a bicycle wheel is rusting into a splintered utility pole,
as (just for fun) a pile of green glass encroaches
upon (why not) crumbling concrete.

Dear HULK

Dear Hulk,

Are you so Smash! all the time because you are eternally cursed to read relentlessly regenerating imitations of the same schlock, or are you cursed with good taste and inquisitiveness?

Sincerely,