The banner above the garbage fill,
was yellow with the smell of wasted years
and marked my homecoming.
Like the dog who found his *****
I recycled my sin.
But the stench was veiled this time,
upright and translucent.
Not the bottles brown with stigma
but with sweat and self esteem.
The boy had grown up and learned
vanity looks like virtue to the unsuspecting eye.
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 7:40 AM UTC
The banner above the garbage fill,
was yellow with the smell of wasted years
and marked my homecoming.
Like the dog who found his *****
I recycled my sin.
But the stench was veiled this time,
upright and translucent.
Not the bottles brown with stigma
but with sweat and self esteem.
The boy had grown up and learned
vanity looks like virtue to the unsuspecting eye.