good morning morning--
sometimes i wake up
feeling left out in
the waking world.
i liked the idea
of morning
when it ws dark
& cold
& i ws outside
alone & walking.
i felt okay then
on my way
in no ex
now
it's morning
with light & bustle
traffic, pain & people
the glare and gare
of walking for hopeful waking
mumble & fumble
bumble for change
i'll take the warmth of sunlight
& if i have to choose
btw laughter & violence
i'll laugh til it just aint funny.
with wonder at what
is in a day.
in lefthanded diligence,
yr constituent
good morning morning--
good morning morning--
godless & songless, western man dances with the stuffed gorilla through all the blind alleys of a dead-end world.
-maxwell bodenheim
-maxwell bodenheim
"I liked the idea of morning when it was dark"...
...reminded me of my return to office cubicle culture.
It's not morning I hate, but the onset of mindless repetition. It's staring down the barrel of another irretrievable eight hours lost to making a buck... I should get up some night and walk westward, keep walking, into cold, dim refuge, hide from the sun for awhile. maybe tonight...
...reminded me of my return to office cubicle culture.
It's not morning I hate, but the onset of mindless repetition. It's staring down the barrel of another irretrievable eight hours lost to making a buck... I should get up some night and walk westward, keep walking, into cold, dim refuge, hide from the sun for awhile. maybe tonight...
it's hard to have a job.
even when you work for your roommate restoring pianos.
sure, it's a lot of work. but they are beautiful machines.
but it makes you feel better when he wakes you up
to go to the shop in the morning. instead of you wake up and it's already late.
so fuck him. write a poem instead.
we had a hellaciously productive day at the shop today.
two bridge-crossing poems elsewhere to vouch for it.
now i have to go to my other job. for a 3am hot fiber swap. zipadeedooda.
um. thanks for reading mnaz.
arcadia. thankee muchlee
even when you work for your roommate restoring pianos.
sure, it's a lot of work. but they are beautiful machines.
but it makes you feel better when he wakes you up
to go to the shop in the morning. instead of you wake up and it's already late.
so fuck him. write a poem instead.
we had a hellaciously productive day at the shop today.
two bridge-crossing poems elsewhere to vouch for it.
now i have to go to my other job. for a 3am hot fiber swap. zipadeedooda.
um. thanks for reading mnaz.
arcadia. thankee muchlee
godless & songless, western man dances with the stuffed gorilla through all the blind alleys of a dead-end world.
-maxwell bodenheim
-maxwell bodenheim
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