Tuesday, June 26, 2007

...blown gasket...

I cannot count

the things I have lost

today on my hands

toes may cover it

the recent Harvard grad

in the waiting room

had just a few leaks

a few thousand miles

past due is an easy mistake

for a recent Harvard grad

for me however

on top of it like a tick

the greasy little men

all gave me the green light

and yet the smoke rose

and rose and resignated

some more and the prognosis

grew grim and grimey

what do you do

when you have less

than the balance requires

what do you do

when you can't get

to the job you need

to get the money

you need to get

to the job

the spine stiffens

the neck locks from the base

of the skull to the lower shoulder

blade is transparent

of something that has clearly

been wrong for a while now

and that the gasket

had already blown

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