Sunset Over the Landfill

Turbulant radient red sky with sheet swirl mashed potato cloud mush peered lazily through a curious brown haze of dirty armpit fizz, enlisted somewhere bewteen a prebeginning solar start dot deposit burst peak and a futuristic nuclear waste singulsr hand mitten all in lieu of a sadeyed slowburn glowing tuxedo-still and looking on with rolled up flannel sleeve gross passivity. I slurped around the grand gravel entrance up and down brown round and rocky pinging and jumping. Wide spaces grappling with the refuse laden humo motif of endeless manwomanchildpet pickings. I round the teetering trough trench like curves unwitnessed to the sight beholding ever present but none as gigted. Poor mouth super excrement excuses like duct tape type at the end of its reality roll---never enough for the final fix. I watched as multitruck things silently dispatchingly dispersed and unloaded their grusome garbage waves on good mother earth. Battles can leave muscles working as man and time spitspent slowcuspocus appendages working at top mph pushing shoving shoveling piling before the light pace calls it another disgusting dillday. without the slighest the remorse--my stomach began to wrenchabit and my eyewells passed be free me. The gulls some truck lenght away were spuriously sifting smilingly through the human wreckings in a last light meal remedial refrain--as intense as the dumpers became the dumpees. I angered as the populace as myself delivered my putrid parlay and proceded to the mass exit as if it were OK. The quality of messy mercy stops at the buck. I need not squander the dull likings of my kind of indifferenleunce on the hapless mis constraints of a well informed psuedo citizenery. I hope the land rebels someday and eats us all by the very seeds we so sow. Garbage is as garbage does but it's the tidy attitude of human complacency that wipes my ass so clean---look to the trash cans for---hope.