Dumpster Fire

I chase it down the highway
every day, sunset
after sunset
as orange as the Nissan Rogue, I drive
as orange as the dumpster fires
I put out at work (daily)
leftover
from three supervisors ago.

The Devil, she was....
her embers still ignite
all these years later
and I catch them
and I stomp them out
and I really should let it go
(she-demon, wench...)
but I go chasing another sunset
as the day steps aside
making way for the next (one)
and the next fire
orange like the punk twin sister of red.

I haven't caught it yet--
a day-end highway sun-down
but I will
when self-satisfied that I won,
fixed all the (Queen Bee's) messes
made things right
doused all the flames...

Then the only burning thing left
will be
hell where that harpy is
the ball in the sky
sinking daily on the horizon
of the (private) beach I'll purchase
once I have the dream
of the winning Powerball numbers.

So ready for retirement
so many sunsets yet unseen
(so many grudges I still hold)
so many facepalms,
   God, Jesus and The Holy Spirit
     are doing right now.