a hymn to garbage

it is sunday again...i like sundays...i went to the dump yesterday, what a trip that was...nothing like hauling garbage on a bleak saturday morning...it makes me think of one bleak saturday when i had to go to the recycle depot to drop off all the bottles we had consumed the night before...from the hill of lost souls you could look down over the dreary highway, and beyond to the dull ports of the raritan bay and hudson river...my brain was looking for its opportunity to leap from my skull, or slyly ooze out my ears...it was certainly a saturday in which you didnt want to be alive, and all the good times you had the night before became horrors as you replayed them over and over in your head...embarrassed that you had been the sad sack spewing vulgarities the night before...that you had been the urchin with hollow ideas and ideals...all the goodness and blessings that had been bestowed upon you as a child were gone...you had used up all your good karma, and that was why on this grey saturday you were emptying bottles into an endless stream of glass, that would roll on over the hills and time, soon to be filled again with someone else's nightmare...i gazed at the highway one more time knowing that soon i would be driving down the highway too, heading home...