trashedy

it was a sleepless night.
i pace a lot
and my pacing usually ends at the front door,
looking out the window.
across the street, the dumpster blossomed with holiday garbage:
boxes, wrapping paper, broken fan, a chair, garbage bags, dirty diapers,
broken bones of wood, dashes of absurd holiday colors...
it was disgusting.
endless and disgusting.

i laid down
and i couldn't sleep.
and i heard banging-
bang, bang, bang.
i heard movement
and noise.
it was as if a raccoon was taking apart a tractor
filled with rotten vegetables.

daylight came
and i paced to the door.
someone had emptied the dumpster
throwing nearly every bit onto the ground
searching for discarded treasures.
(maybe he or she found some?)

it was BEYOND disgusting now.
it was an explosion of shit;
it was a ruptured blister,
a mess. a huge fucking mess.

the trashmen came along
took half a look at the mess
and emptied the dumpster
which may have 10% full.

off they zoomed.

it's an impossible amount of trash
and it's not their problem.