day job

day job
glinting off the hoods
and windows
of hundreds of local cars
going the other direction
as the sun lowers
itching behind my eyeballs
as he drops to his bed
an old man
with slow joints
cramped from the repetitive task
of watching
while the 110 pounds of me
waste more days
in dead-end oblivion

I worked a variety of shit jobs to get by over the years.  I’m not 110 pounds anymore.  Two kids and 15 years changes things.  I’ve usually been cursed to have places of employment or education east of my residence and thus to be always driving into the sun.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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