I feel lonely;
sipping a semi warm beer
and listening
to an alarm clock tick
knowing
I have to work
tomorrow
and I don’t
really like it
No one in work
will give a damn
that I wrote
this poem tonight
and that just
makes me feel sad
12-29-86
I'm projecting this poem
I'm projecting this poem forward 34 years and watching it magnified in truth as the decades passed until today. How giant it is now.
different job, same malaise
different job, same malaise