sunset in the valley of adult mediocrity (poem)

except it's more of a port 

in a dying rust belt city 

where, if you're lucky, 

one of the trash barges 

will be making its rounds 

and it's a nice photo op.

all you get is the view. 

you will pray to your God

tonight and you will 

thank him for that. 

and you will be 

happy for your office

that offers the same

outlook across the water 

where, if you're lucky, 

one of the trash barges 

will be making its rounds 

and it's all you can do 

to stand like an imbecile 

and watch your dreams 

visible clear as day

from the eighth floor

sail away in real time

towards the dump 

you dug yourself 

into.