i jus now saw
some dude
literally move
the apt. dumpster
so to paint
the wall white
behind it;
a wall, which,
will be completely ******* covered
by the dumpster,
after putting it back
against the newly painted white wall.
plus im pretty sure they're calling for rain..
that happened.
i actually witnessed that happen:
and, then, proceeded to
turn around
-awkwardly-
to go back inside my apt.,
with two full trashbags in hand.
... do you even realize what that means??
somebody actually gave him
that task: "go paint behind the dumpster."
aren't there other things to do?
or is this guy's boss that much of a ******
that he'd tell his employee,
"heyyy soo.... the wall.. behind the dumpster --
you know that wall? yaa
it needs to be painted.."
i mean, it'd be one thing
if, like,
the wall were
visible. and gross looking.
and people were calling
and complaining
about it,
like it was some eyesore
that offended their
otherwise
aesthetic enjoyment
and anticipation
of approaching
the scuffed forest green
apt. dumpster.
but it's not;
so it's not;
and so
they aren't.
or i'd get it if people routinely socialized
hanging around dumpsters,
like a water-coolor
or something;
buuut they don't;
so it's not
like a water-cooler..
... yaaa, unless i'm missing something here,
as far as i know,
there have been no
emerging cultural trends
whereby large groups of people
are routinely finding some
sorta symbolic resonance with
the object of a
dumpster;
it's gravitas
doesn't exactly
prompt frequent and
spontaneous dialogue
around it.
it isn't a known cultural artifact,
representing something meaningful and
bigger than ourselves, creating cohesion
and establishing an intangible commonality:
*behold, our goodly trash-bearer!
great eater of things prolly totally not needed!
humble builder of plastic trash continents,
swirling vortex in the middle of the high seas!*
nobody says that.
ever.
and nobody
is overstaying their visit
at a giant,
smelly
metal maw
which disposes things,
either unneeded or unwanted,
long enough
to suddenly notice that
the wall behind it
could maybe use a new paint job.
it's not exactly a cafe.
it's a ******* dumpster.
that man,
charged with the task of
painting the wall whiter
behind the dumpster,
ought to be
painting
on a canvass
which we all could see,
visible to the greater public.
and we would celebrate it, with him.
we could all gather
together, and toast
to his mind manifest, his art,
on display for all to see.
i wanna see THAT.
**** the white wall
behind the
******* dumpster.
that **** can wait.
what visions would surface?
how would he render it?
what would
he make?
i dunno
maybe
he'd paint
a surrealist depiction
of a man
charged with the task
of painting white
a wall behind a dumpster
as rain clouds
rolled in overhead,
spelling out
"i am Employer.
destroyer of worlds,
and vibes.
feel my ****** wrath."
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 12:20 AM UTC
Angels follow me around all day
how they must sigh relief
when I finally lay down to sleep
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 4:49 AM UTC
He had a way
with a pen,
my friend
the part-time
con artist, full-
time drunkard
with twinkles
in his eyes
like stardust,
and wrinkles
from laughter
as loud as
a clap of thunder,
and it was
really a wonder
to watch him draw
his last breath
with such depth
like an outline
of a shadow,
a sinkhole
in the shade
on the side
of a dark ridge.
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 4:47 AM UTC