I like the title of this poem the best

The Poetry of the Corporeal

Very little poetry happens there
unless you count the interactions of college students--
humming back and forth
to their rhythmic swaying
of socializing, drinking, and learning.
One late night
on his way home from Cub Foods
someone will drop his case of Pepsi--
splattering it on the sidewalk
and sucking at the hole on a busted can
wasting as few drops of honey nectar
as he can manage.