Work Poem
1.
being compelled to use time as contemporary and growing
the owners of capital stretch a lake across our laps
to penetrate and
why work nature and ghosts are super rhetoric
we yoke along the pairings of single terms
work/desire health/bracketing
Darth/Vader far from/losing it
can't get through most days without the strenuous choke
of a house projecting garbage and piss-soaked stairs
used to make him smart or change the ribbing pattern
dead things kept eating at his stone toes
2.
in purgatory
people
catch
thoughts
with their
toes
3.
occupation: very white
experience: kid who threw down crayons [used to be a banker]
toes: flies big game across the STATE
bear now: ghosts of girlfriends past that are charming and appealing
Posted 05/09/09