Working With Work

1.

Then more work, worked

through, tired, weak,

seemingly nearly done,

almost half-finished:

there is a lot to like,

a lot to dislike, a lot

somewhere in the middle.

2.

Like minding a tree, peeling

bark, littering the already

littered ground:  wait for

the last final molecule to

be released:  what is your/my

life hung together by:  a

lockerlined metalclanging

corridor?

3.

Eyes of glitter on the

brink of what?  Do you

know what you see?  In

ten more minutes will you

be free?  Of whom?  Why?

Yourself, me, responsibilities?

All those like people rushing,

running, capturing you, like

in the feigned attention or non-

rapture, as you have seen, heard,

constructed, mentally and cosmically

displayed it all before?  You know

better than I do:  and I do know.

Wood, steel, over emotional motivation,

or smoke hash:  gross, green, bitter

lemonpeal coffeegrounds, like wood

wool burning nutcrust walnut skin:

is that all, my dear?