Coarse, unpolished, inelegant, Disposition like the skin Of an elephant Dry, prickly and rough Me without enough … Continue reading Touched
Category: Work
Possessions
What is my most prized possession? I find that an empty and pointless question As I have nothing to leave those in my succession But a lifelong struggle with mild depression Which will intensify with the progression Of life's responsibilities and the subsequent suppression Of creative outlets and freedom of expression As with my job- … Continue reading Possessions
I Do Things Alone
A few years ago I found my self single after two decades of being half of a couple. It's odd what you become after that many years spent as a half. My job lends itself to travel, and on occasion, I find myself in a hotel room in an unfamiliar city. In my married past, … Continue reading I Do Things Alone
Right Sided
Teacher, dentist, guard at the zoo It's a long list— what I wouldn't want to do Work in an office to answer phone calls And please no restaurant work at all Clearly I've always known what I won't be It's what I would do that's elusive to me I prefer to use the right side … Continue reading Right Sided
Attaque
It's dark... too dark. I reach out with my arms trying to navigate my way through the space and immediately stumble and dive. My work withered hands break my fall, and— thrust, parry, riposte, I am run through, with a splinter the size of a tree branch... the weapon that bested me— a floor laid … Continue reading Attaque
When at a Loss—A Limerick
I've surveyed a few people at work For writing ideas. I would ask with a smirk: "What are you thinking?" Without even blinking, They all think that the boss is a jerk It's human nature, I have surmised, And I doubt this will be a surprise, No one wants to be told What to … Continue reading When at a Loss—A Limerick
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